I caught a cloud of particles

Made of ageless skin

And 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

And from what he'd heard there was nothing worth seeing

He then said he was born blind

He was clearly getting older

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 black garbage bag

After a few minutes I wondered 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 back his face

Looked up and he could see high above all of the buildings in the city the cloud floating

So I ran

I ran to the side of the building

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