Blueberries

I caught a cloud of particles
Made of ageless skin
Sold it to a street man with two glass eyes
He told me that being blind was the best thing that had ever happened to him
As from what he’d heard there was nothing worth seeing
He then said he was born blind
He was clearly getting old
I didn’t know if I trusted him
I could tell by the color of his tongue
That he was dying from the inside out
Or maybe he had a taste for blueberries
I told him he could try a little of my ageless cloud but he insisted on paying before testing
So I cut out my eyes and put them in a black garbage bag
After a few minutes I wandered my way back to the street man
And after many conversations
I convinced him to trade me my eyes for his cane
He looked at me confused and said he had lost the cloud
I put my eyes into his face
He looked up and he could see high above all of the buildings in the city, clowds floating
So I ran, blind
I ran to the side of the build
Took the fire escape
Took the stairs for three floors
Took the elevator for three more
And when I reached the roof
I climbed a cell phone tower
I could see the entire city
And there
I caught a cloud of particles
Made of ageless skin
I caught a cloud of particles
Made of ageless skin
(I caught a cloud of particles)
(Made of ageless skin)