What if it were like this?
One blind eye, one that could see everything.
All I have this day are my two half eyes,
the ones that jump the gun and cast judgments.
Perhaps tomorrow, I will awaken
with my full vision shifted,
so that instead of half seeing twice,
I would have the beauty of nothing
and the beauty of everything
sitting there on my face,
waiting for their lids to spring open.
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