Filling Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filling Sight



Bursting into my mind, a huge expanse of color and
texture, seeping into corners of my brain, expanding
it's limits without contorting the images I'me seeing.

Filling my sight with it's fullness, focusing my eyes
into it's depths, entering them with questions of
intense curiosity.

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