sightless

I lift up my eyes to the
          hills -
from where will my help
    come?
My help comes from the
          LORD,
who made heaven and
          earth. Psalm 121:1-2
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keeping my eyes
peeled
for the next
big thing,
i may overlook
the Grace sisters
joining hands in a
circle around me,
singing a song of your joy;

letting my gaze
slide over
Lady Lust
as she sashays
just in front of me,
i brush aside
the shaded glasses
you offer me
to protect me from
the allure;

standing on my tiptoes,
rubbernecking until i can
get a glimpse
of all the pandering
possibilities
parading
down the street,
i may not feel
your hand grabbing
my arm, right before
i step into
the Pit.

© 2013 Thom M. Shuman