Myopic Medley

8/29/2022

Shadows creeping at the edges of my vision.

Glaucoma seeping from cornea to iris.

Figures hiding outside myopic blindness.

I prefer your faces blurry; Don’t give me prescription glasses.

I’ve got contact with the supernatural.

But to contact lenses, I must say “No.”

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In the corner. In the closet. Something’s watching. Something monstrous.

From the ends of my mind, a library closed for all time.

Seen upon the ocean chime. Waves in the wind, the sea and grass combine.

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Zombies! Zombies! All around. Lock the doors and close them tight.

In the bathroom, here I wait. Stalking monsters outside the gate.

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Open book, I must win. Answers that lie here-in.

Both dreams I have at night, and to nightmares in daylight.

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Wondering upon the psycho-metric. Measure the mind: then perfect it.

Morality bound by mortal views, keep our carnal minds confused.

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Karma strikes. Did you say sin? And if so “Yes.” I must ask “When?”

Mountain mazes. All caged in.

Crawling on my hands and legs.

Questionable but I confess.

I’ve never had a better rest.

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Blue is not the color yellow. Say “Hello!” And stay together.

From beyond the trials we waive. Wait again for better days.

Eyes are closed. I cannot say. What I do and when I cave.

Fall behind. Can’t be brave.

By the seashore drenched in rain.

Pulled away by the waves.

You can help, but not today.