Odd representations we know not how to see as we’ve expected due to prior engagements,
A particular breed.
When hard to see,
Glasses come down, are folded and put into the shirt pocket.
The reading is put aside,
You have the grandfather look of concern facing right at your eyes,
Deep breathes are taken that ask, “Are you ok?”
One thing
Is to be missing in entanglements,
Another
to be detached,
Originality presents itself just like that,
But for all the wrong facts.
Its too new. Too odd.
There are no strings attached describing where it is at.
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