You blur my realm of understanding.
My clear thoughts are no longer certain,
and no longer is my confusion clear.
I am a camera out of focus.
A necessity, but slightly less useful.
An inconclusive passion experiment.
My intellectual faculties are burnt out,
white-washed in a sea of
ridiculously unintelligible bliss.
I am a deaf translator,
once glorious, and still that way—
just wholly impotent.
A dog without a leash
is only useful to himself.
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