[Break has a messy scrawl at the best of times. Like this, the writing is spidery and careful. He's tried desperately not to lose his place as his hand moves, but unable to follow the lines on the page the words curve, intersect one another, sometimes jump. He's written.]
Someone once told me that going blind was losing the world of objects, the need to fill a home with this and that and every other thing I have found that to be true but this is to lose the world of depth the click of a teacup set down on a table blinder than a bat without footsteps ringing back to me without breat breathing and my own heart beat missing in my ears I wondered briefly if I am alive?
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Someone once told me that going blind
was losing the world of objects, the need
to fill a home with this and that and every other thing
I have found that to be true
but
this is to lose the world of depth
the click of a teacup set down on a table
blinder than a bat without footsteps ringing back to me without breat
breathing and my own heart beat missing in my ears
I wondered briefly if I am alive?