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sight in sunlight

today i can see everything

that yesterday i could not.


like the way

    the sunlight through

 the leaves

   x-rays skin for arteries

     the way

my own veins beneath

                my scars

stream steadfast

  despite tireless



and how under peeling layers


  in august's disposition

         we remain sheathed



blood flows for the care of no gaze,

for no amount of light.


i might forget tomorrow.

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