Blindness And Sight: A Multipurpose Ode

Every-Time I blink my eyes
I fear I will miss
One of those rare lightning
Forks. Once I thought
Photographs worked that
Way and found out later they did
Not
There is much
To this world.
Whether I found this out
In that close(or close) moment
Between That Same World and
Myself.
And before it had been,
But now I blink and
Paper-rose looking debris
Is sweeping thru' the
Instant darkening.
How much!
O, if this were an Ode
To sight,
Then would it not
Be one to
Blindness as well?
Exaltation occurs just as
Often as does Misery
And Here it is: here.
The indistinguishable sky
And how you opened it only and
No one sees you
As I do:
In a transcendental Love Poem
Dedicated
Solely
To sight and to Blindness
And
You,
Encompassing
Both.