Black Humours
The cobwebs float inside my eyes, as thick
as eyebrows, catching every beam of sun.
This is the irony of light, the trick
of old myopia, of sight undone
by sloughing cells. The brightness makes me blind
and staggering within the day's disguise.
I see nocturnally now that the kind
darkness awakes the owl within my eyes.
poem by Julie Bond
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