Inches From Your Nose
I've seen the undulating skies.
Watched the colors of the languages
Rip and flow through every precious being.
How hurt we get?
I'd much rather use a laser
Than my own crippled conscience.
But beyond the future
Is a resting piece just inches
From your nose, at all times.
You can actually awake there, some mornings,
With careful and accidental ritual.
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