It must be time to get up

Any excuse to fill my cup

To get out of this chair

To take in some different air

 

The mechanisms are tense

Cornea, Iris and the lens

Focused and sharp

Like a razor to a harp

 

Capturing images, light and perusing

Peering across a radient sunset, percieving or sewing

Better to be absent minded staring into distance

Than screens burning into resistance

 

The light comes hard and fast

Unlike screen breaks from the past

Headaches with images burnt in mind

If only I could hide my eyes