War Specs


Scores of raindrops parachute from the clouds,
storming our eyes with
suicide bomber determination
to attack the lenses through which
we perceive this world.
We bar entry with shields
to protect precious pupils
and after 300 long milliseconds,
our eyes emerge from the skirmish,
victoriously unscathed.

-or so they think-

If each raindrop could coerce its
prisoner of war
to gaze upon the world with
clean eyes,
its kamikaze stunts would
dilute to placid waters,
and the miniscule,
quivering
life of the raindrop
would not be
wasted

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