The shutter opens but never closes, 
I am waylaid, in light trails.
Endless moments, overlaid and burned across a melee of scattered braille.
This image is a night-terror transforming, 
Without the hope of morning.
My nemesis, I feel [bad word] for me, and it means to destroy me.
Why does this keep happening?
I try to close my eyes but I can't blink, 
And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one.
Hieroglyphic, indecipherable, opaque; 
The meaning escapes me.
Dry and lidless, are my eyes - asleep, awake - reading the slurred debris