Blind eyes wander aimlessly to others
who cannot see what is seen from behind
the white glaze of life-imposed cataracts.

This waterfall of mists and rivulets
pours out over a heart-broken mended
broken heart. Each gazes through their own life,

finds a path to flow down, an existence-
put together pieces, experience
coupling with want-need, mixed up inside,

love-shuttered, shamed, twisted and forgotten.
Hallucinations allow us to see
one side of the world from within our own,

block out what is unwanted, welcoming
the easy spill of life against our skins.