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As a child and into my early 20’s 

I was blind to the world. 

Lost in one all my own,

and in those created by others. 

I had my head in the clouds,

in a book, in a screen, in a dream. 

The world showed me early on 

just how real it could be,

how visceral and cold it could turn.

So I turned my back on it. 

I hid myself from reality

and reality from myself. 

As my mind reaches maturity 

it no longer can create its own light

and so it seeks out the Sun. 

The moment came upon me 

like an electric arc from inside. 

I saw with clarity, the detail 

in the world, and felt the warmth 

emanating from every ray. 

I saw in water drops whole microcosms.

At first it terrified me,

and the thought occurred 

my mind had collapsed. 

For the first time in forever,

I had to consciously breathe 

and focus like they were my first. 

Slowly, I brought myself back

from that arresting panic. 

Over the coming weeks and months 

episodes of clarity would overwhelm 

my peace at random moments. 

Moments when I’d notice minutiae. 

Moments that stretched into forever,

where time seemed a construct.

I sat in those forevers, each one

shorter and calmer than the last.

Each time better prepared to endure.

Slowly I came to their ends, 

and that end seemed a beginning,

like stepping from dream into waking.