Twofold
I see the world split, two by two,
A doubled spark in every view.
Like someone paused to play a game,
And painted each scene twice the same.
Lines wobble, shimmy, twist, and sway,
Two shadows juggling in dismay.
And I, caught in their dizzy spins,
Search for the place where one begins.
Shapes wobble, teeter, blur, from view,
A teasing trick I can’t hold true.
Each glimpse a pair, each glance a spin,
A world that shakes beneath my skin.
So when the sights collide and gleam,
Two forms that haunt my waking dream.
And even when the visions bounce,
I chase just one and take a chance.
By Janet Bosson
Written for Vision Support Barrow & District
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