“Eli Stone”

That what can be seen
is not what is seen.
When one looks at the blue skies and cotton-swab clouds
it reveals to us
a sense of
longing.
We simply cannot see the sky
for what it truly is-
the sky.
Not every rose is a rose of love,
nor every tissue a heartbreak.
Everything must be something else
to us, for it can never be as we initially see it.
Perhaps, a form of
denial-
we want to see the signs.
We want to change the world
and use the chance to be heard.
So we call a rainbow a symbol of hope,
a black dog a symbol of death,
a tornado a symbol of disaster.
As we look past the meaning,
we find the truth.

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