I open my eyes to close the mind,
To shut out the pain that pines.
To long for something is to remain short-
The tick and tick of time...
Exasperating thoughts,
Gaze at the words,
Staring back the terse rhyme.
The hook of the y,
The loop of the g:
Now I see the sublime.
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