Boolean Logic

It feels like dying...
Stars painting pin pricks.
Poking my bereaved eyes,
which only beg to be healed...
not wounded once more
by things I can only see.
If I could just touch.
Touch and be healed.
Instead, I learn, and burn...
"...turn... then learn.
"Learn I cannot always...
"Only then can I see what
"I always cannot.