Sand Blown Poet Free verse

Zombies Snuggle 5x3's

there is a certain blindness...
that hides in plain sight...
between the things seen...

and behind the darkest night...
evolution means...not all seeing...
blindspots of an imperfect manifestation...

they are all around us...
people average thirty percent observation...
their brain supplies the rest...

seventy percent on subjective memory...
thirty percent on objective truth...
enter insight...beginning what's real...

common sense and social empathy...
see your self as inward...
steps on the tai chi...

blown sand

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Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck November 11, 2018 at 7:28 PM You seem to always have something interesting to say and find some interesting way to say that something you always seem to have. Sand Blown November 11, 2018 at 11:47 PM thanks Gerald...our eyes double as blind spots

Harry Horsman November 10, 2018 at 3:45 PM Clever poetry, and love the lesson, Sand Blown November 10, 2018 at 11:04 PM thanks...can't for the life of me remember what the title was about : ) something about the blind

Jon Gutmacher November 9, 2018 at 7:55 AM enjoyed it Sand Blown November 9, 2018 at 8:28 AM thank you...it is strange how our eyes dictate to us