poem

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I wish you would see me,

and not necessarily physically,

although that would be the

most thrilling;

the accomplishments over years

and why they still matter today;

perhaps they’d thrill you too,

but in this day and age

and moment of history,

more likely they’d make you run away.

I wish you’d see me;

obsessed with truth and beauty

for hundreds and hundreds of months

on end is unusual; sometimes it’s obvious,

but mostly the result is unseen,

a gentle regime.