THE MIND’S BLIND EYE

He imagined the end was coming,
but that was his problem, imagining
for it was about all he was capable of doing.

He started small, near visualization
more than imaginings, but he grew more
proficient with practice, his ideas

his conceptions of an increasingly
grander scale, until from a single thread
he could weave a tapestry that

boggled even his mind, and lent
a reality to his fantasies that he could
never hope to deny, they were palpable.

As his interior world grew larger
infinitely more complex, the exterior
world shrank away until it was little

more than a sensual black hole
swallowing people and places with
an abandon he would have found

fascinating were he not so taken up
with his latest idea, universal in scope
until it subsumed, digested all, including him.

One thought on “THE MIND’S BLIND EYE

  1. Swallowed by the internal world! I think it’s a danger for anyone who spends too much time thinking…
    Do you have an email address I can use to contact you about the EIF Poetry Challenge? You can email me at experimentsinfiction@protonmail.com if you prefer.
    Many thanks,
    Ingrid

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