Heaven's Clarity

My eyes flutter open

to a world draped in a haze

a sight so unclear and undefined

that I am left in a daze.

I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows

a light so blurred and gold

that I can't admire or comprehend.

My hands reach out

fingers stretching

to find the cool temple of my treasure

a routine that I must do everyday.

I settle the object against my face,

the lenses altering my view of the obscure abyss of my room

into a detailed and clear heaven.

Without them my life would be

a struggle to survive,

they are like the

air that I breathe,

an essential treasure that I need.

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