Bokeh

what mystery

in the blur we miss

look at the bullshit

with which we're left

when we focus our gaze

so tightly on the glow

of a small screen

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what exactly is so obvious

in the fish-eye view waiting

in the landscape haze

in the patterns shadows hues

god paints for us

if we could only learn to see

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how blissfully tragic

the magic surrounding

the soft circular lights

in which we immesh

apertures open wide

as if in awe or in surprise

standing on our own

resting our eyes

for a long moment on

the welcoming eyes

of another