Natural light, sifting
through cracked, weathered
two-by-foured wooden
bricks
juxtapose
natural light, interpreting
through freshly polished
absolutely transparent
Swedish-imported
panes.
My eyes are an entrance
to my soul for the first,
the second, a subtle ALMOST signal
to my brain
...ALMOST pure, hopeful, holy,
...ALMOST changing neural pathways, claiming "This is Light!"
but my clever mind
negates this flawed impulse,
stores away the unfinished thought,
and averts my eyes
from ALMOST
to Natural.
nicely put...
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