the blur
of the catacombs
we stand upon
a blur of all the skeletons
below
people we knew
people we wanted to know
people we chose to forget
there in the catacombs
lie hundreds and thousands
of them
still captured
in the very last moment
of how we remember them
some with their hands outstretched
some cradling themselves
some with empty sockets for eyes
staring deep inside
us
far deeper
than anyone has
even with their eyes
but
they are
dotted
pixelized
in a motion of blur
arrested
still
a blur
***
the blur
of the clouds
belonging to a sky
the blur
of their shadows
falling on the desert carpet
the shadow of the clouds
carried forward
backward
sideways
by a million grains of sand
carried away
like a funeral procession
held high
the blurred carcass of the clouds
a blur of deception
for those who look up at the sky
and see a beautiful day
a clear sky
and holiday post-card clouds
and a blur of disappointment
for ones
who look down below
on this
the desert carpet
and realize
the clouds have already
died
that the ones they see in the sky
are just putting up a tired show
you can only look at either one
at one point of time
you can look up
or look down
and the direction you look
decides the fate of the clouds
and yours
fate that stands out
in sharp contrasts
but still
all
slurred
a blur
***
blur
i chase blurs
a haze
a smudge
a vague impression
distorted beyond recognition
for most parts
the rest
just enough left
to resemble
something
something that is enough
to grip me
to entice me
to keep looking
to find
the meaning
the meaning of blur
or where
meanings
get blurred
like
fading away
way of the ink
in water
dissolving
like the
blur of a countless
life-crusades
caught
imprisoned
in us
one caught in our veins
one caught in our head
one caught in our blood
the one caught in our breath
and the last to go
the one caught
in the memory
of touch
scent
and
all
sentience
the ones caught in tears
as they roll down
gently
like a silent avalanche
or
the ones that cling on
to the
edge
of the eyes
and hang
with all they have
so determined
so strong
but still a blur
a blur
birthing
a moment of absolute clarity
the clarity of the ensuing
moment of blur
***
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