A song of Sight

This is one of my older poems A Song of Sight Evident is the flight of black feathers Left behind the twisted light the blind will sing my song of sight of nerveless racking hear their plight Broken was a nervous nest and dust will fill a lifeless breast to feed the blind the darkness test upon neoprene toxic skin that wanes I' am the oculist observer seeking the open handed option of ocular oddity further still the occupant lifts the veil like odious obstruction obtrusive and dead please paint a more perfect picture for porous eye sockets sullen and read I'd remove a keen one witha sharpness the eye that is; shatter'd in opaqueness