29 March 2011

She Only Blurs Lines

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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