Thin wavy red lines wander
across a large golden moon,
ambling away from a blue
white nucleus at one side
of that luminous sphere.
Around it, behind it, the
pitch black of space highlights
this red lined golden orb.
Three more moons appear on
the computer screen as the
optometrist brings up his
other photos of my eyes,
focused on the centre of
each eye, then from the sides.
For now there are no tiny
tears in the veins of my eyes,
from the glucose gravel in
my bloodstream, flowing through
every part of me, even my eyes.
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