Blink … blank

It is over
The operation I mean
They cut through the eye
They scratched the retina
They did what they had to do
No excuses
Just facts
And now
I have to blink
You have to blink
We need the eye lids
To open and close
Insistently continuously
No matter what it sees
In continuous motion
In collective belief
All you can see
Blank all I can see
Blank still
We see sharp light penetrating
Our eyes
A perforation in action
A linked holes of memories
Are tangling from a forlorn eye drop
It’s necessary to believe
To see
But what if
No if … wait
All there is
And only a forlorn eye drop
To feel.

November 24, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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