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Published:June 23rd, 2012 02:00 EST
Deluge

Corruption of My Mind

By David J. Knee



 

The way I see the world through my eyes, one blur.

I can see ghostly shapes but no definite figure.

The world did not always look like this through my eyes.

When I was a child this was not true,

But when I grew up and allowed myself to be corrupted with the pollution of the world,

My

Eyes no longer projected a clear image; rather they started to project one big blur of color.

One I can barely make out. 

 

 The evening before the Deluge, 1843

By

J.W.M. Turner