Conocer De Vista

Kind of like leather, stiff-
yet pliable.
Others are brittle and sharp..
outlined by dull passion
in bright hues of make believe colors.
Kind of like music...
Heard by the deaf and sought
by the blind.
A rhythm...of time.
Prominently hidden, simply intricate.
All alive? Yes.
But with life?
Kind of like dew..glistening like diamonds.
A rich man's dream.
Yes, glistening. Hark! - the surface only.
The surface only...
Kind of like knowledge.

by Deborah L. Walliser

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