I only see the blurs
the auras of the colors
vague shapes formed
from the sharper reality
reds dulled against greens
blocky shapes of buildings
fading the further they are
into the other shades so softly
I cannot tell as I look over them
those pieces of special plastics
molded into shapes so covoluted
to correct how Nature cursed me,
with convexity and concavity both
to bend the photons in a way
to let me see again
clearly as others do.
Damn these 20/500 orbs
that reside in my skull.
(2010)
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