i can see myself
trying to look at this another way,
a way of adaptation,
a way toward the real.
so now i mourn my eye
my vision,
everything i see
and haven't seen.
i mourn me.
p.s. r. wants to make an appointment with the eye doc.
i fear the health care professionals.
i fear their western medical greed.
i fear they will charge me to confirm my worst fears.
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