The eyes can decide
what is a storm cloud
or shade,
what is burden
or opportunity,
what is cacophony
or melody.
And each day draws out
its line in the sand,
posing the question:
on which side will
you stand?
Will you stretch into
the morning air
with ineffable grace?
Or will you continue to find
each dead roach
behind the baseboards?
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