I trained my eyes to look beyond the haze
After things move out of focus
And the world becomes a blur
The true clarity lies beyond that surface
When through the veil you see
The actual shape of things
Like a familiar shape through wisps
Of smoke
I see beyond the foggy visage
Into something almost ethereal
Where light and shadow mingle
Dancing together
Creating the tiny specters of imagination
An eye for the awkward
I see you through the grain
A soft smile
An enduring spirit
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