What can I see with my dying eyes?
As words and numbers sink into textures and shadows
have I seen too far into the all of being
expanding my vision, blurring my resolution so that I might fit it all in?
As the details hide behind
my inability to focus
squinting to read road signs and facial expressions
gasping through semi-closed eyes for the knowledge of vision
as they wilt
as the colours around me
blend into bleeding patterns of
undisclosed
details
de-tailed quetzalcoatl
soaring god of the crowded city
casting glaring branches of light across the sky
destroying my eyes
what can I see with my dying eyes?
As have expanding as my squinting
grapsing as as blended disclosure
details de-tailed soaring casting destroying
what can I see with my dying eyes?
As grasping details
what can I see with my dying eyes?
Less and less every day
what can I see with my dying eyes?
Less than before
less than before
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