Blur

We ask, and he replies he’s not depressed,
and dire as it’s been, he’s felt no pain.
But symptoms do not lie, and we’re impressed
with dullness and postponement. His refrain –
“I’m cool. And yes, I’ll do what you suggest,
but not today” – is obvious. The main
impression we receive: his mirror’s blurred
and border-crazed since tragedy occurred.

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