I saw a Way, forward
and cloaked myself in the skin
of a Digital dimension.

I began living
cloud-soaring and ascending soft
and the headset came off.

Now even curtains are
retreating, from the light now
streaming into my eyeballs.

Ow! To whit, I prefer
to refer to it now as a Path.

Plans fail, but
Paths diverge.

A coughing fit attacks, I lose my eyeballs
They pop right out and roll around the floor
Collecting dust bunnies, and hitting the walls
Gone they are, lost forevermore

Blind I sit, now trying to adjust here
Longing for the sense I used to know
Another coughing fit hits, I lose my ears
Scurrying from me, away they go

Deafened, blind and sick I sit so sadly
Trying not to cough another round
I miss the ugliness in life so badly
And truly I do miss the worst of sounds

They roll.
The close.
They're near my nose.
They wink.
They weep.
They dream when I sleep.
Windows to the soul.
Pupils black as coal.
I see all sorts.
They are the gateway to my thoughts.
I cherish my eyeballs!

I learned today that for eyes to be like oceans they don't have to be blue