cross-legged on my bed, at night
staring out the window,
my reflection beyond the trees.
Looking without ever truly seeing
An image with no meaning
To the left is a tower,
red light blinks off and on
Flashes against the Construction paper sky
pin pricked stars twinkle bright
A magic carpet takes me up
to them where I can talk about it all
They will just sit politely, listening
When I'm done, I start to head back down,
but then one of them invites me to join them.
I say, "thank you, but I will just stay here on my bed,
where I can stare up and admire you
with the blinking red light in the corner of my eye.
Now I recognize everything.
I used to see without ever realizing
what it was that I was seeing.
Now I understand
my vision cleared
The blinking red light
no longer annoys me.
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