November Lights

something inside me
likes a little chaos;

fuzzy imperfection
has an appeal.

cheerful lights 
across the valley, 
they shine brightly 
in the night.


out-of-focus-fuzzy,
they still look nice,

maybe better than 
sharp and clear.


sometimes i wonder,
what it would be
like to see perfectly,
instead of normally.

i'm not really sure 
how much i'd like it.


things i don't
fully understand,
are like this too.

too much to know
is just about as bad.

i don't want the 
profound answers,
to questions that
make no sense,
in my life.

something inside me
likes a little chaos;

fuzzy imperfection
has an appeal.

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