Those old days
when sunglasses blocked
the harsh glare and blinders
kept the peripheral at bay.
A good thought was never far -
just below the surface
You could see it an pull it out
at will
It''s so viscous now
and the black dogs bark incessantly
and it hurts too much to muzzle
These days
looking through thick ice
through naked blustery eyes
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