In the absence of color
my parched eyes drink darkness
through pupils
dilated and yearning.
It fills the vitreous chamber,
presses against optic nerve,
with the weight of the void
that is now inside me.
Upside down images of naught
reflected against my macula
dissipate and re-form
as I sit unaware
and stare
into nothing...
and everything.
For G-man's FF55.
