Strip Me of My Tired Eyes

“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
— Marcel Proust

Strip me of my tired eyes
they have seen far too much
My scarred and broken self
with its shattered hurting visions
All the colours bleached
towards an empty aching grey
all the shapes are bent and blurred
I’ve been looking for revisions

Shove me into darkness
so I can learn how to see
Cast away my clothes
leave me naked on the shore
Touch my hungry body
with sounds so soft and rare
then take away my hearing
I don’t need it anymore

My connections to the world
I have cast them all aside
No eyes, no ears, no sense of touch
no taste or smell have I
Locked into eternity
I can be reformed
with newly born perceptions
I have begun to fly.
— G A Rosenberg

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