What do you see with blind eyes? ~Pablo Neruda
I have two functioning eyes. Bent glass is needed for clarity, more near than far. Though the light is focused on the retina, I am blind to any light beyond the superficial.
Emotional maps bedevil my soul, spiritual paths beyond the grasp of my heart. Love an illusive smoke slipping through my fingers leaving behind a sweet aroma growing sweeter the longer the absence leaving me to wander wondering, head twisting to see the unknown blind spots sticking to me like leeches. Leeches sucking dry liquid human connection until I am white bones in a barren desert crawling with insects swimming in my marrow until all hope is lost and I decay to dust as unloveable in death as I was unloveable in life.