Thursday, 18 November 2010

Vision Labs Tonight

drawn faces
pushing down aisles trolleys of trays

transparent as the lenses inside
all strengths of sphere and prism

the weakest
nearest twenty-twenty
slow vanish

curvatures on others
small smiles
scintillate under the focimeter

i step into the microscope
the strength reads
-0.00 -0.00
vacant cataracts

coating department next in the production line
raised on cinders

i spin
as lasers fire substances
make me ultraclear

tinting room bypassed

in despatch
scratch resistant
i'm pushing trolleys places

they rest in piles of plastic sheeting
into which I disappear
in reflection
my nose presses against the glass

all the light reveals
are two lumps beneath bedsheets

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