Myopia
There’s nothing more satisfying -
Than seeing clearly.
The sharpness of the edges -
Cutting through you,
Leaving you starstruck.
Inspired.
Blink and you just might miss it.
Rest and you may never find.
The speed of reality is self destructive.
Slowly, the lines start to blur.
Fluid motion becomes static image.
Your eyes lose focus, the light starts to stir.
You lose sight of what once lied before you.
Frame by frame, the truth within grows.
Slowly now, and unsavory,
Vision becomes what you can not bear.
One picture perfect smear.
Anxious, and forever still.
Close your eyes,
It’s eternity, after all.
What have you got to lose?
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