Shannon Callaway Poet Blank verse

See Think Touch

How do the eyes draw so much
 even 'till sight becomes touch
   that the fall of a stream or a beam
 produces such a curious gleam
   that these false thoughts become real
 as I imagine what I feel.
My reason to kneel, the end or fulfill
   -ment of this plan to kill.
And when such beauty makes desire so bright
   that temptation begins to rule the night
that horrible goodness that comes 
   from the jump and the run
leads me to life and yet also the gun
  as I find myself staring and tricked into caring.
   But find I 
only distance in eye
      while in mind
   left behind
to the search I bind
   myself to this hurt
constantly rubbing face in dirt
   looking for a way to speak
to be strong when I am weak
   and these secrets I must keep
   so ever on inside I'll weep.
  Knowing I've known Already
with my head up and beat steady.

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