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Ocular Migraines

I see the wake of what I look at objects casting ripples through the sea of visual fields like a boat or Nessy cutting water in zig zags its trail allowing secrets, coloured kaleidoscope waves rips and tears peep holes no less an honoured glimpse into the mechanics of reality, I hope nobody up there gets into trouble for showing me things they shouldn’t how things are working behind the scenes

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Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/19/2023 12:14:00 AM

I get ovular migraines from time to time (not sure someone on the inside/outside is doing me a favour though as often I'm on the motorway). I've never thought of them in such an interesting way though, they are pretty (allow the obscured vision is difficult to work with and requires a lot of head turning to see through the small spot that isn't dancing lines). I enjoyed the poem (nearly forgot to say)

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/19/2023 1:03:00 AM

I get them often, apparently harmless, they last for 20 minutes or so then spend the rest of the day with a deep headache that pain killers won't touch but the colour pattern part, I believe is called an aura, is certainly interesting and I thought once that I was seeing a rip in reality which inspired the poem. Anyway I ramble.. So glad you connected with the poem, thanks for reading D

Steven Young

Date: 10/4/2023 8:42:00 AM

I see the wake of what I look at too, but I didn't know exactly what to call it or what it was until I read this... yeah, I hope they don't get in trouble! Very intriguing poem!

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 10/4/2023 8:50:00 AM

Well it's what I call it, oh those colourful zig zags, I'm glad someone else sees it too, thanks for reading my poem