A Ap opeome ma baobuotu tf ofcoucsu.s.
A poem about focus.
A poem
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who are you that is reading this?
That's right, the poem is speaking to the reader.
What made you decide to read me?
What are your expectations for me?
Am I a standalone idea that you want to understand,
or merely a mirror of your own thoughts and feelings.
Am I you?
who am I that I am reading this?
That's right, the poem is you.
That's what made you decide to read me.
That's what you base your expectations on.
Do I criticize myself?  Do I compare myself.
Am I smarter than the last person who read me?
Am I that person?
Am I the next person?
Who are you that are reading me?
That's right, imprinted on the poem is who I was.
Whoever you are, the words connect you and me.
A language with build in expectations.
Does my language succeed in crystal clarity?
Or does it illuminate the ambiguities.
Does it reflect a true image or refract it with a rainbow.
What colors are you reading in me?
Whatever colors they are, the words are only black on a white page.
Colors that I create,
they were not there until the words were.
Spoken in bright white, but through the prism of the mind,
Am I a rainbow?
Am I uncomfortable? too bright or dim, or tacky?
Do you criticize the pallete, or compare me to someone more beautiful?
I am an abstraction, I do not follow the same rules as a real rainbow.
I can reflect like a rippling pond, or change colors with the wind.
I am new and boring.
All truth is.