It was a clear night when my vision was restored.
I was overwhelmed by points of brilliant light–stars,
constellations, and neon signs.

As a child, I only hoped to see the future clearly.

I can’t recall when I first began to lose perspective.
I was overwhelmed by points distant–vital, vast, but
mattering less than those at hand.

When I look up, I only hope to see your face.

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