“Pure white.”

Was what he told me sightlessness was like.

One day, he ran out of medication

Life-blood stopped reaching his eyes

He’d gone blind on that Ohio freeway

Semi-trailer parked on the cold road.

His sight illuminated but useless

Now he pays whatever price

To never miss a pill again.


What a disturbing thrill

When your own body subverts expectation.


Assuming a void, we don’t have to answer

“Where does the light come from?”


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