The Unraveling of an Eye
by Tony Sokol
I used to float, and time and space
meant nothing. When I looked beyond the face
that blinded me, then I saw
the land that cried because the law
had restrained us, had held us dead.
It restrained us in our heads.
Now my body's dead and I've gone blind,
there's nothing left me but my mind,
and for eternity, in this one spot,
I have to witness my own brain rot.
I cannot move, nor scream, nor turn:
I wish I'd had my body burned.
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