All A Blur Poem by Laurence Overmire

Life is all about focus
That upon which you focus
Becomes your reality
Your own personal truth

If you look at a flower
And feel its texture
Know its scent and color then

Your flower exists
It blooms for you

The flower unseen
However
Untouched, unrealized
Never makes an appearance
In the blank stare of
Unknown human
Consequence

Sometimes
In the deadliest of circumstance
These competing truths
Flower or no flower
Right or no wrong
God or no God
Make war upon one
Another

And that which was once
Innocent and pure
Almost wise
Becomes sullied in the dark stain of
Unrepentant, blind-hearted

Ignorance.