How fragile is
life not seen but
listened to
and felt.
A delicate screw,
that held my right
eye lens, fell
onto the tiles.
Feeling my way
with my feet,
I saw the world
through a blur.
Weightless for one
second, falling,
I did not see
the opticians’ notice;
Caution, mind the step.
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