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Reborn
The crisp, cloudless sky, this glorious Saturday afternoon, Is bluer than it's been in fifty years. How can I possibly make such an extravagant claim?
Because I'm viewing the universe through new lenses, Which render my sight perfectly unblurred; Indeed, I'm not wearing glasses at all.
My eyes are free to see colors, shapes, As they see themselves: in unadulterated jubilation. I can almost see the air, catch glimpses of sound.
What, other than having cataracts miraculously removed, Did I do, to deserve such a gift? It's as if vision and I are twins reborn of euphoria.
03/14/09 - (2)
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