MYOPIC - Spencer T. Pfleiderer

I met a man with one black crayon
coloring the inside of his mind
and the square space that is his life
- Slowly, methodically, purposefully.
 
I thought to myself, as I watched,
Eventually, Darkness and Night
would overtake him,
not even a star will shine in the sky.
 
So, I yelled in and said, Look out.
And I started coloring with all
the colors of nature’s palette.
The first being the color of the stars-
Nebula blue, mars red, quasar white.
 
He looked out and strangely,
started coloring faster.
Hey, look out here! There are more
colors to choose from.
And I started coloring with dazzling light
around the edges of his self-imposed limitations.
 
So, he became a furious painter
of the color in his mind and life
until he could not see out and
I could not see him.
 
First the feet, then the legs
His arms, and lastly,
the whites of his eyes,
in a blink, disappeared.
Only the pitch dark blackness
of willful blindness remained,
surrounded by Unobserved
and now Unobservable Beauty.