look there’s a blind spot
not really blind
not a spot like an ink blot
but I can’t make out
what’s really there
like a drop of water
on my glasses
it’s only small
like forgetting to buy an avocado
or a touch of arrogance
that no one else would notice
but it’s bloody well there
right at the core of things
and expanding slowly
like a melanoma
or dementia
there’s a ziggy flickering starting
along the C edge
I retract the melanoma
replace it with a cornfield burn-off
flames licking outwards
you will have to excuse me
pause your problems
frayed my focus is shot
too many metaphors
no similes
what the hell
lightning all around
even through closed lids
go away I’m bunkered
a rumbling grumbling thundering
from a woofer pulsing in the dome
full vision like new grass
re-covers the blackened land
and the mindself
finds its way back
while I sleep rough
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