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do we see what we see?
or do we paint.draw.create.carve
a reality that exists because of
us.
and our twisted exquisite nightmares

look up. see the sky.
blue.beautiful.achingly
unreachable
stretch your hand. try
just try; go on. scrabble
in an attempt

to own a piece of the sky

try touch it.
go on. hold it.

put it in you pocket and yes,
every now and then, reach
inside [touchfeelfondle] the fragment
of heaven now so rightfully
yours.

but you can't
you know you can't
and you've always known.

isn't it perfect?
undeniably impossible. unattainable
it /is/ perfect.

now look down. no it
isn't blue. it's
dirty.
contaminated.spoiled
algae conquering the
concrete, traces of
the past present and maybe-future
there: tearscreamsweat

reach down.

touchfeelfondle

it's not the heaven you wanted.
its wetgrittyheretherenow and

real.