"Suisight" by Sorvahr i've got the gift of the suisight upon a blind man's eye - new vision clear transplanted from hangman empty-eyed whatever he saw - now i am a seer upon his cornea i saw impressed hieroglyphs of dark eternities and images forever made to last now i can see what the dying man sees transplanted to me upon my sight they obtrude, covering reality more real than dream, still i am blind the third eye open at last for me now i'm immersed in landscape new that seen and felt only by few a journey into the other side i see as though i were - a suicide i'm flying to the underworld i see better - better indeed i see spirits, my eyes distort all other faces - they all bleed maimed and disfigured, already rotten by trauma, disease or starvation i see the graves, all long forgotten all living - dead, no resurrection in afterglow of death's blaze auroral shine of suisight transplanted deep into my face corneas of hangman, empty-eyed to see this burden, i'd rather be blind i'd rather remain in dark for evermore what i see is worse than eternal night all faces mutilated, bathed in gore to know their death, and see it clear even when my eyes are closed the afterimage haunts me in fear i had transplanted to me a ghost
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