Blur

The shutter opens but never closes, 

I am waylaid, in 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