The shutter opens but never closes, I am lost, waylaid in the light trails.
Endless moments, overlaid and burned across a melee of scattered braille.
This image is a night-terror transforming, without the hope of morning.
My nemesis, I feel it coming for me, and it means to destroy me. Why does this keep happening?
I try to close my eyes, but I can't blink, and the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one.
Hieroglyphic, indecipherable, opaque, the meaning escapes me.
Dry and lidless are my eyes - asleep, awake - reading the slurred debris.