Born into Blur,
we see through a glass
darkly –
Perspective, skewed;
Direction, misguided;
Morality, blunted.
Blur
takes the God-prints
and super-imposes Black Death.
Blur
smudges lines,
builds fences,
dismantles bridges.
Coke-bottle lenses
paint neighbors as villains,
cloud the issues,
distract and detract
from the point.
Cut through cataracts
and snip through the wool;
Blur must be
conquered.
Line up
with the visionaries
who await
the lasers,
and snap Blur into focus.
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My camera quit completely on me this week – it will no longer focus at all. I kept this image because it reminded me of our tendency toward blindness. I want to be of those whose vision is corrected by holy laser surgery!