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Jon Nakapalau

as of late

all seems so lost
as if there were some great

                                          dark barrier that grows

                                          monolithic and cold

of reflective obsidian

with curtain of cold rain
glazing images in cascade

                                          not wanting to look closely
                                          not wanting to look away

wanting

only to see past this if in tomorrow
                                          there is anything

that can make blindness

                                          visible.