Eyes open
looking, seeking
art in all the wrong places
made by faces
upturned
or inside
hiding the gift
a secret.
Pavement
clicks
and something shifts
I have to move to find it.
The groove between joints
dries up
crumbles,
add more vibrant
solvent;
guide it.
Eyes closed
finding-
make me blinding
on my own
try it.
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