Vision

by ddavidd   Dec 27, 2024


There was no resistance of unclear objects in our vision,
no silhouette
no sculpted shape
emerging from the clays of the un-sculpted objects.
There was not even the resistance
of the transparent volumes in our sight.

There was nothing between
our transparency of eyesight
no impediment through our visions—
not even vision.
There was not even the transparency itself,
how transparent we were
at the beginning.

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