09 October 2013

Eyes Dark

by Mei Yao-ch’en A darkness disease has seized my eyes. On bright clear days, I Walk through fog, and whatever I see is double. It’s scary. My writing brush scrawls around, lost. People coming toward me look like haze and birds soaring past are a quick blur. No telling what’s what in this confusion, I’m suddenly free of likes and dislikes.

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