Belief In Sight

Warmed by the focus
The lens grants the sun
On an oddly serene March day
And falling as a needle does
Into the grooves with a clang
That echoes and sounds
My reflection is illuminated in short
blip blip
blips
My vision shaky
in and----
-------out -----
my eyes sting

I hold steady on other figures
I pray they see more clearly.