Cataracts
hobble- but won’t blind
atrophied eyes that see
never suffer enough to stop looking
guided by shadows and stubbornness
vindicated by the rising sun.

In that maze of coherency
success looks like an ending with no beginning

harsh edges dulled by confidence
affirmation is all that remains
regard that I can see enough to know I once saw better
despite this
               the result is the same

the sun always setting.