Life is now as confusing <br />as an Irish mermaid. <br />The dye from these thick, black socks <br />colours my toes in violet. <br />If you are clever you can feel <br />the way around your blindness, <br />where memories conjure images of <br />colour, and the snow <br />covers your path in giant's sperm.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-becoming-blind/
