I close my eyes and feel my body rove
Beyond me. It is something old, something
Uncomfortable surrounding me. It moves
By tremors created at my fringes
When I stand, eyes closed, I almost topple,
Would topple if I did not open my eyes
To stand. It is as if my eyes operate
As my only anchors to this life,
Shut them permanently and I would die,
Yet, in sleep, I still dream of youth, moving
Myself in all directions without my eyes
Opened. It is not perchance like dying
And I would not die while my mind can go
No matter how much my body may slow.
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