don’t feel like turning myself on my head
just to look at the world with new eyes.

to see it all through glass or crystal,
doesn’t matter.

burning lava or glowing rubies set in silver —
my heart is blank and empty because everything

is(n’t) good just the way it is(n’t)
and that’s the way it is.

i haven’t the heart to paint.

c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2/14/04
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