I become so lost
in ever detail
to even notice what those details are.
I am mesmerized by the tiny
cogs & wheels & gears
that are the cause and
the effect of
everything.
In seeing everything
I see nothing.
I am the proverbial blind man
wandering through the desert.
But
I've used all my miracles
on near death car crashes
and accidental overdosing of emotions
to ever expect to find my
sight restored.
Soon my delicate fingertips
will become calloused from
the Braille I will learn.
It's ironic.
In trying to see everything
I now see nothing.
I am alone with my thoughts.