The shutter opens but never closes
I am lost, waylaid in light trails
Endless moments, overlaid and burned
across a melee of scattered braille
This image is a night-terror transforming
without the hope of morning.
My nemesis, I feel it coming for me
and it means to destroy me
Why does this keep happening?
I try to close my eyes but I can't blink
and the world keeps moving on
black and white blur into one
Hieroglyphic, indecipherable, opaque; the meaning escapes me.
Dry and lidless, are my eyes asleep, awake reading the slurred debris.