Camera Obscura

I have cobwebs in my eyes —

real or metaphorical?

Real says the white coat —

fluid detaches, hardens,

black strings float like spastic spiders 

on the edges of my view.

What of my mind’s eye —

something skitters in there too.

Intimations, divinations flicker and dance

I seek for clarity, a more piercing glance, 

I have cobwebs.

 – by C. Christian Dick