"Blurry vision" seems to me a very suggestive title for your poem, @zentalk. It is blurry not only because it presents us with moments seen through time, which blurs things, but also because a certain surrealistic style makes it so.
I liked this fragment: "As the world spins upside down and around counterclockwise theres no surprise a web of lies each scandal tied to the next..."
Life is made up of setbacks, contradictions, falsehoods, in its course. A vision that tries to glimpse is perhaps the right thing to expect.
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