I just spent some time staring at a ceiling fan. If I stared at one spot on the fan, such as the center, I saw a blur of motion. But if I let my eyes wander over the fan, individual blades emerged briefly from the blur, before dissolving back into it.
Out of the blur, a blade
catches my eye,
then merges back in the pack
without a goodbye.
Overwhelmed by speed,
the eye makes do
by catching what it can
as it comes through.
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