Dilation -

Two globes, each their own constellation

In cranial orbit.

 

A sinister wink,

Dexter’s blink.

Both a sphere of sight unknown.

 

Prisms, I used to hold, change:

Colours unseen unfold.

 

Our worlds on an axis,

Amidst a multitude of opposing poles.

 

Let the light in!

Envision conflicting dimensions: one whole.

 

A pupil until old-age, comes death.
Constellations - dimmed. 
A lifetime faded and prized.

 

I leave behind only one part of me ungrown:

 

My eyes.