Arc Eye
That face and form are burned so deep into my brain,
that my sight seems permanently impaired;
somehow, that image's a looming silhouette
that appears wherever I look
Like the dot that seems to block out all else
after staring into the sun,
I see glimmers of it in every crowd I walk through,
every face I pass, everywhere I turn, every time I dream
How I long to see clearly,
how I long to forget
that I looked too long,
into the sun
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