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You no longer see with your eyes—

                         But mine are clear blue

                                 And   they  see   you

There

            hovering,

                            watching

                                 over

                                   me.

Eyes swell and redden,

The others stare without seeing,

                             disbelieving.

                     My eyes are clear blue

                                And   they  see   you

there

                       waiting.

You can’t see with your eyes—

They are distant, a haze of perception



                           leading

                             you

Beyond my manila walls—

                     another file in the folder

                                 of lives not yet

                                         over.