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and it is as if someone has reached into my world

and painted the clouds with a heavy brush, 

so low and so beautiful

spilling their oranges and pinks and purples

all over my horizon

someone reached down and wiped my eyes

it is all so clear now

it is no longer the darkness of corners

and the way shadows stretch too far across

the kitchen tile at night

it is now the way the sun casts rays through

trees, 

i no longer see the shadows cast by leaves.

now i see the pattern of the light...

and it is making me wonder

if i laid there long enough would i tan in spots

how beautiful would that be?

to have the pattern of sunlight through leaves

etched on my skin for a few weeks.

god, it's so simple!

i wish i had seen this so long ago.