I become aware of the shortcomings of my own eyes
The pale orange looks dirty - my vision dirties it
Floaters disturb the plains
The edges jump and shimmer because of my astigmatism
The yellow makes the sockets in my face ache
Writing becomes difficult to read
The eye cant stay still
Images of lights and windows are transposed on the colours
I look for faults - vertical brush strokes, the lapped corner of a canvas, a speck in the grain
One corner is red and one is green
There's pink dots in the black
Colours jump. Surfaces swirl with movement
The glance causes ripples and whirlpools. The stares causes a shift
Yellow and green slicks slip away. Diagonals appear
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