I found this puzzle
of a 3D image,
the kind where your eyes
have to work
to build the damn thing.
It always came
so easy for you
look a little to the left,
relax, you'd say.
Maybe
when something familiar rises
like fumes from the asphalt
on a hot summer day,
I will write.
Write the image
into existence.
Write on the back
of every empty piece.
When I'm done
I hope I'll be closer
to you,
to seeing,
what you see.
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