It’s Always The Thing You Know You Don’t

My blind spot.
Is getting bigger.
These days.
As more seems
To pass by.
In the dark and
Carried on
Unknown rapid
Waters.
Causing swirling
Eddies,
And crushing mudslides.
While new rivers form.
All around.
Leaving me
Stranded.
Without even
The first clue.
Until I turn.
Too slow.
And the blind
Spot
Clears.

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