The blur of ignorance

created by the turning wheels and gears

     (traditions of Shape and Size

            Ethnicity and Sexuality

                        Wealth and Authority)

Obscures my vision of beauty.

Nevertheless, I grasp for a clearer vision of reality:

            A reality that refuses to erase aesthetics of the disturbed and grotesque,

that repudiates only acknowledging the contributions of those in power,

                                                       that resists the influence of the machine’s production.

I venture to rise from the hazy mist of assumptions,

to allow the entirety of the world to leave its mark,

            That my true Self

                        may be freed from the captivity of sight.