Escape from blindness

This is as yet unconnected to the rest of the play. The material here may come in again near the end.

This is a speech by one of the characters who has their sight altered by the traitor. Then it begins to snow.

Each drifting flake adds some depth of vision.
Where papered scenes, laid flat like strips of card
with ink-scratch trees hung over folded shrubs
and all the sights felt touchable by hand
as if a sheet were pressed against my face,
moved as I moved, shook as I shook my head
desperate to dislodge it, hid as I blinked
returned, went smooth away before my reach.
Trapped in a prison of two dimensions.
But now the snow! By ones, hundreds, millions
in all it’s uncounted variety
they fill the space! Depth! Sight! All my senses!
Let infinite patterns fall, each crystal
un-dreamt of by the rest, each slow descent
it’s stuttering, swooping chaos-touched flight
Fall! I’ll navigate by this madness right.

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