He lay awake on the polished lawn and stared at the summer skies,
And the neon sun sent a searing line that burned a spot in his eyes:
"Bill's gone blind," was all they said; "from staring up where he lies."
When the rising moon was a copper disc and the city glimmered white,
And all of a black-soaked bandage strip was the calming nature of night.
Bill still watched the vanished sun in the hidden centre of sight.
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