Cataract [2002]

The scales fell from our sight,
and the world about our ears,
and, in that brief moment,
we believed ourselves wise and severe.

Fumbling about for hope,
grasping at a crumbling dream,
blinking naked in the acrid air,
rage consumed our minds,
blood surged through our tears,
drying in the desert wind.

A film formed and grew opaque there,
and sweet blindness returned
and blunted the arrow's edge;
the eclipsed sun burned too bright.