Witness twin black cats
blending in irony.
"If it were,
then to you, it wouldn't be."

Logic sprays me blind-
skewing in saturation
with swelling sets
of painted eyes.

Straining to plead for sight.
"It's a temporary fear.
Just relax your mind
and medicate your eyes."

Aim to candor.
Avert your eyes
at the speed
of a third hand.

A sharp colour
rolling on blurred stairs.
"You can see this;
you can feel this."

Approaching breaths-
weave down my spine.
Coaxing a reaction
by a sight alone.

Carrying a bundle
of bags of bitten nails.
"Keep it clouded,
or they'll slip straight through."