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The Missing Light (from the Oblivion series)
-April 26, 2014

I make-believe that the colors
will never change,
even when my eyesight begins to fade.
When greyscales begin to grow,
I’ll pretend
that I still see the blues, reds, and greens.
Broken rays of light s c a t t e r
and I’m no longer able to comprehend
but I still try. Try to grasp hold onto what
I don’t understand,
trying to keep hold before I lose my sight
and begin walking about blind.
Reaching out and stumbling
as I walk as if I was trying
to find the light
that I have lost.