You Can’t Win A Staring Contest With Your Own Reflection

You’ll blink yourself into oblivion.

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I wake up with the bags under my eyes full to bursting with accumulated dream dew.

Day after day, the drips and drops of unfettered abstraction have carved their tributaries through my mind, coalescing into a mass of unacknowledged potential just under my line of sight. There it…