Around The Bend
Around The Bend
Discs of various shades blue, green and purple obliterate my right eye’s vision—
They oppose my right side’s visage.
I am dreaming and I tremble under this assault.
What is left, but left itself?
Sinistral.
The car is plummeting forward, an angry glut of venom propels it faster still.
The guard rails have long disintegrated under the weight of staring prophets.
Up ahead is the blind curve.
Of course it curves right.
Around the bend something blue, green and purple unhinges a complex scenario.
Far beyond the comprehension of something as cheap as vision.
Cover what’s left, your left eye, and crank th' fucking wheel—
