TOO CLOSE

When we’re too close
All we see and feel just pixelates
We see only shades
Red green blue, I make no sense of you
If I don’t pan away

Sometimes it takes one step back or two
To reset thought, till it all comes clear
But we pore over past cold war
For joy that never was

Now we’re older, did we learn
Calm sophistication, or forget?

And there they lay
The roots of thought in rings
The final groove, circling without end
Loops of black replaying back to back
That never fade away

Now we’re older…