The Spectacle Of Life MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Struck by light

the nucleus dilates -

crying out for darkness



Batting lashes

shutters the brightness and speaks to

a gathered gloom



Soft, salty droplets escape the

ducts of your spectacle

and race

leaving their paths behind



Their watery ways tickle

the dryness of your skin

and soon send an irritated

palm to wipe them

away

and smear the black paint

that delicately coats

each lash



light?

darkness?



Chaotic is now how it all seems

as you look in the mirror and see

a mess

and the doctor behind you

with your new pair of glasses





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