to see
the possibility of joy
and fun,

even when
you’ve been blindsided
by a hit so hard
you can’t see
two inches from your nose
to help you go,
to power you
to live
on. . .

it’s then
you’ll note
that, unbound of maybe
other sense,
you go by feel–

and that is when
you will recapture
what was there before
the aeons-long,
and naggingly, persistent strong
well-welded chain of ruptures. . .
and at last, you
break free. . .

into what is really you
and what you’ll
see, through all of space,
and all eternity,
is truly real.

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