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!