rebellious vision

my vision is blurry

it refuses to do as I please

endless tears and too much wine

I’m certain are to blame for this rebellion

but as luck would have it

this place feels familiar

even if my eyes refuse to see it

my soul still carries along a map of my words

so I can’t just excuse my habits on bad memory

I keep writing in undefined hieroglyphs

and hope my heart and mind know me well enough

to translate all these nonsensical sentiments

into logic

in the morning.

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