Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past. Written in 2011
Her eyes do not work but she still sees
How can you perceive what you see if you’ve never seen before?
Or what if you don’t remember sight?
“It was lost as a child,”
Before objects had words?
Before you could focus?
Before things solidified?
Would these pictures still form in your mind?
Would you use these images as a basis for imagining everything else?
What do you see when you cant?
What do you see when you close your eyes?
Sparks of light?
Total darkness ?
Figures forming out of nothing?
“Everything, I see everything”