Bits of sky fall into night
As my vision fades
Degenerative
Is what I hear them saying.
I can't see their lips.
Fuzzy corners close.
Focus bleeding into haze.
Eyes are marbles now.
Echoes echoing
In the dark, dark, dark night dark.
Hear the moon falling.
Dog sees goD sees Dog
sees seas sees fire sees rain sees
God sees gods sees god
Kids throw rocks. Mad yells.
Too afraid to step off the porch:
(I cannot see them)
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