I find myself folding forward.
Comfort hanging in the length.
But always looking back, beyond,
What's right in front is out of focus, so far gone, now invisible to me.
I fold in half, looking for myself,
But I'll close my eyes least I truly see.
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Part title
I find myself folding forward.
Comfort hanging in the length.
But always looking back, beyond,
What's right in front is out of focus, so far gone, now invisible to me.
I fold in half, looking for myself,
But I'll close my eyes least I truly see.