I close them.
Then open them.
Wiping the sand away I squint wondering why here?
Despite the dilation I still see the same thing.
Different hues and shades, but the picture has failed to change.
The view finders remain unchanged.
The pupil perseveres attempting to convince me what I’m seeing I should believe.
But reality was never intended to be a show.
I can understand one who has seen the world wishing to be blind.
And I can sympathize with the need to see nothing.
So again I close my eyes.