Photo by Meghan Hessler on Unsplash
Dithering has always been my issue.
I set my eye and off I go,
Swerving at the first slight contour,
Tracking the knave, not the rabbit.
Refocusing, I try once more,
Aware, always of the many permutations,
Choices at every step,
The warren weaving
In every direction.
One flash of brightness and I turn again,
Navigating, always, the curiouser route.
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