Kindred in bound twine,
inseparably free by fiber,
torn by the heat from dual flames.
Chase and kick outward,
indiscriminately,
spiral—undone.
Bystanders are able to face blame,
even though disconnected from incident.
A Bastard those still may be,
if the case is taken up for them
like it wasn’t for our sake.
A landfill of waste,
a place where grace spoils
under a soil of turmoils thickened
by crude oils.
The semi-conductor to
man’s moral coil.
Unchanged by full or semi-sweet molasses mixtures.
Only taken on tour
and touch torch to name,
shining in a spanking light.
Change.
Limos stretch far past
The Vanishing Point.
Ethereal Limbo.
There, in decomposition,
In their lair.
Laughing down at the idea of fact,
which he protests to thee,
threatening its way
past thy door threshold.
With sand kicked up,
irritating the corneal scale
embedding deep within fine carpets
oriental pattern's detail.
through grey foggy fields
I trip over well-worn trails~
eye corneal scarring
Written: August 24, 2022
Pearlescent the corneal reflection, on a blind mans eyes
orbs of obscurity, belie a defunct projection of screens
for Eventide is ever present, nuanced beside a braille directory
his mind’s focused on Feral senses, gut instincts, acuity
knowledge of darkness, has built its own safe haven
Plumb lines are useless, if life’s following a ball of string
the Thrum of a moths wings, leads him to the window
fingertips sense the drapes, yet another Crimped reality
fly away little creature, go find your own darkness
you don’t want to be trapped in here with me
with a bittersweet Tang of sadness, the moth is released
Howling into the distance, on a gentle summers breeze
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Jonathan was a self-employed plumber,
Before a diagnosis of corneal dystrophy,
So he moved out as a plumbing worker,
And began playing judo professionally.
He’d done judo as a youth, came easy,
And won his 1st dan at the age of 18,
So took his first senior competition flee,
In the 2010 Welsh Open, he was mean.
Jono also suffers from ADHD, tells others,
And in 2013 took the gold in the US Open,
In the 2014 Grand Prix, bronze feathers,
And at the 2014 Worlds took bronze token.
In 2015 at the Eger World Cup, Hungary,
Jono tangled and fought to take the bronze,
And in Rio he came fifth in -81kg category,
Against fighter Rovshan Safarov, no cons.
Broken lungs lay siezed as the air no longer
drives through me on turbine wings.
Eyes rust over corneal layers
festering with swollen contempt
and grey-veined snarls.
Fallen muscle across macerated
fleshy mouth masks lost words
that become endangered species.
Whilst blood congeals within
this scorched corpus and pupils
become the blackend vessels
to my frozen soul.
The Sun stops its arc across the sky.
The sickle of the moon settles
upon my skin, travels its way to my heart
and cuts.
Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation
Gratitude
Whispering voices beseech me,
through failing eyes unable to
see,
riding the clouds floating on a
dream,
my vision swept away in a frigid
stream,
I clambered and clawed my way
between the moss,
listening to sickly sweet
platitudes of flimsy candy-floss,
and now I stand up again, I
rise,
thanks to your selfless gift of
your very own eyes,
owing a debt to a life that has
passed away,
bequeathing unto me hopes of
seeing this new day,
an unknown donor lives on,
within my very eyes,
and I am eternally thankful, as
each night and day flies,
to you whom I shall never
know, my anonymous giver of
sight,
my gratitude is endless, as I
wish you peace, on your final
flight.
(to the unknown donors of the
Corneas that I have so
fortunately received)
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