The lens crack, but
do not shatter.
The eyes of the wearer
go unfocused, seeing only a blur.
The eyes frantically flicker around,
searching for the clarity they no longer have.
they single out the cracks, eyeing them,
noticing every intricate fault.
Seeing only the brokenness, and not
the beauty beyond.
The eyes once saw in full, clear, detail
trees, flowers, waterfalls, and all of nature.
The eyes once saw a Father smiling to a Son.
The eyes once saw fullness, completeness.
They once saw beyond themselves.
Now all they see
are the cracks.
All they see, all they focus on,
are broken lens.
12 Oct. 2010
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