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"Vision"
by Jeph Johnson
my
vision
contorts
and the mood
I display
reassembles
nightly
at the end of
my
day
I tuck it
up inside
and pull out
all the stops
life becomes
a dream
my vision
now eavesdrops
it tears through
my belongings
ransacks
all my hopes
searching
frantically
for a kaleidoscope
because my vision's greedy
it wants to figure out
like Timothy Leary
turning on,
tuning in
and dropping out
