I take off my glasses

and the world softens;

the edges between me

and the grey walls blur.

I find it harder

to maintain myself,

to pull free of the flood

to swim cross-current;

it’s easier to stop

resisting, to fade fully

into the mist, to let

the water take me away—

my eyes are tired like stones

crumbling on the river’s edge.

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