Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.
It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.
In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.
If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.