hindsight is poor
as the rest
of your vision.
And with distance,
failures sometimes wear
smeared halos of affection.
Just as sheer darkness
(all those lightyears
of opacity and ignorance)
connects the stars,
so too are your
past fiascos, banes,
defeats, and cataclysms
subject to the cataract fog
secreted by the intellect.
In fact, the mind's eye
can't envision
passing through such a
miasmatic gap
to behold up-close
that which it cannot
crawl back to.
What sorts of distortions
and smudges
would be rendered?
Much more importantly,
how much contempt,
prolapse, and bewildered
disgust with your past
would you expect
to see reflected
in that sort of light?
