Be my eyes.
Mine are poor;
one practically dead
the other
virtually blind.
But...
you've made
me realize -
I like the way I
see. I see
intuitively
noticing
what needs
addressing;
addressing what
asks to be noticed.
See, there are
two skills,
two talents.
Ours aren't
different;
though they
diverge.
Mine:
knowing
a subject
(object)
malleable
such as myself,
making
contact
that knows
it's malleable
too.
Yours:
reciprocation
communication
a sharing of
thoughts
like memory.
Paths split
by your expectation
and my desire:
two ways
to see.
What were
you expecting?
I know.
I am
wrong,
plenty.
Still,
I do think
we'll meet
somewhere -
either here
or after.
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