you tell me it is beautiful
but i can’t see.
it’s abstract art,
greek to me.
when i used to perceive
did it make me more free?
having less than
two lenses?
panoramic
telephoto
rose-colored
darkly (as in a glass)
all now out of focus
trapped in the bifocal line
a papered fly
an ambered mosquito
dizzy and disoriented
frozen in fuzziness
i need a new prescription
glasses, once hurled, hit the wall
and frustrated, fracture
. . . shatter . . . and scatter . . .
i’ve left the pieces on the floor.
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