Arc Eye

That face and form are burned so deep into my brain, that my sight seems permanently impaired; somehow, that image's a looming silhouette that appears wherever I look Like the dot that seems to block out all else after staring into the sun, I see glimmers of it in every crowd I walk through, every face I pass, everywhere I turn, every time I dream How I long to see clearly, how I long to forget that I looked too long, into the sun