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Perfect Vision: A curse?
I hate these eyes of mine!
I wish I could rip them out of my head or at least lose this crystal clear focus.
That’s what everyone wants these days: focus.
But with this unnatural clarity, I see too clearly.
I see every little mistake and I despise myself for it.
I know perfection is only a perception of our eyes,
But I want ignorance and bliss so I can finish my work.
I have so many ideas that never survive.
They are cut down in their prime by this razor sharp glass.
And I am killing myself...
I am killing my ideas and my passion!
My soul is lost in a hole so deep, no light penetrates.
But I have one guiding light and inspiration:
Love.
Given and received but never selfishly stolen.
This compromise of two souls intertwined is my light in Hell.
And I love my eyes for that.
For letting me see my love.
For letting me finally see perfection.
I can look upon her soul and for once, I see no blemishes.
She allows me to see my eyes as a gift, and not a curse.
She stays my clawing hands and brings peace to me.
So I can finally close my eyes...and sleep.
~Phil Greene, III
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