no broad brushstrokes today
this is no day for sweeping
rationale
instead allow
only detail
through
pray that by bedtime
your eyes sting from having seen
what is directly before you
having concentrated
on tiny ants
sand between toes
fine blond arm full of hair
flaked lips
scent of garlic on sweet tongue
tomato flowers (yellow toothed bells)
finger whorls
may you then know that
there is no global only local
to be revered
and stop claiming you care for what you cannot hold in your own hands
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