Blind
A curious stream of light
penetrates a tiny puncture
through the window blind
lending vision to sight
At first I just glance
but very quickly
it grows in height
directing all my attention
like a guiding moon
supervising the night
These moments unborn
time slowly matures
light blinks away
taking a pulsating dive
perception of light
projected on my wall
makes me feel alive
Copyright © Chris Lane | Year Posted 2012
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