there is a feeling

there is a feeling

that has threatened

to burst for so long;

then, forgotten,

while in aimless transit

from room to room,

from excuse to excuse,

from the chore to the chain

of eating and eliminating,

the feeling finally surges,

nothing seismic or even simmering;

a quiet, internal flash

that colors indistinct angles

with discrete meaning

i don’t yet understand;

meanwhile, i’m just

practicing with my eyes.

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