Unfocused
Jerry Landry
01 March 2003

Blurry images,
colors melding together,
reality losing its anchor,
swirls around until it becomes
you.

I reach out at the dark
before me for balance
and find only an apparation,
willowy pufts of smoke reforming
into you.

My heart calls out
with a song only you know,
a subsonic signal,
calling you back,
calling me home.

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