I relax my eyes and briefly live as impressionism

No hard lines, no focus

No use for skepticism

Let the schism end

All the colors become vibrant

All the colors start to blend

Again, I regain focus

Regain my singularity

Now I’m one

Against it all, comparing me

They tear at me, taking in every damned detail

I miss impressionism

The way their eyes would trail…

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