The Phoropter Meets the Universal Eye


The Phoropter Meets the Universal Eye


Inside: cholesterol spots

are scattered in the soup

like alien planets,

they betray my diet –

fault lines

running through the gelatinous mass:

a tiny reflection


my personal galaxy.


Shadows where too much light fell

or genetics predisposed a mark.


Pupil struggling to interpret

input among all the floaters.


The lens abused after Lasik incisions,

the corneal cap bruised. Cones fire

a weak signal waiting for the master

in my brain to answer:


Which is better?

Number one or number two?

I say They both look the same


Neither is good.

One is skewed, the other blurry.

What are you looking for?