Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock
Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories
And he kept contributing new relics to the collection
Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but
His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision
Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
For all the marbles
It is the last hurdle before the summer
Now is the time to prove mastery
And if you do, the glory of that elusive 4.0 awaits
Lest you fall into the pit of despair
Everyone dreads that test, even the professors
X-ray vision on both sides looking for the core of understanding
Amid the trivia of facts and figures
Make your best-educated guess and may the odds be ever in your favor
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Neal felt the walls come closer together the farther underground he went
As they constricted his movement, his breathing became more rapid
Restricting his vision to a narrow strip of darkness in front of him
Raspy sounds escaped his mouth as his breath became shallow
Obstinately he pushed on as his vision began to gray out
Wiggling free he took a deep breath and felt the freedom to the bottom of his lungs
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Forcing his eyes open, Kevin squinted at the light
Eyes watered from the fetid smell, further obscuring his vision
All of his being screamed at him to run away
Run he did, but at the monster, scaring it away
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Every moment filled with anxiety
X-ray vision seeing past the problem at hand
And not allowing you to see the answer in front of you
Means these tests will push you past your limits
Still, that’s a good thing. It allows you to grow.
To all the people brought together today
Unified in a vision of thankfulness
Remember those that can’t make it home
Knowing they are where they need to be
Even if they want to be almost anywhere else
You should lift a drumstick in their honor
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