You can cry a river
Or a cupful of soul
You may shed
Till the tears make rhythms
Like mallets on marimbas
The heart can still perceive
What the eyes can still receive
A stream of tears
Never suffices
Never drowns
The eyes that strewn it
But you must be valiant
Dare to open those eyes
To see the things up on high
Always
At the obscure corner
Of scrutiny
There lies a different view
Other than the one
That snuffs your breath
The monsters that lie before you
Have powers much less than
Your view of them
kenza image credits mallet
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