At night my vision blurs

At night my vision blurs in an extreme fashion— even with my glasses angled oddly on my nose, shifting the bottom territory of the lens higher within my eyes’ reach. Even now I watch the motions of the pen across the page, the soft textured lines waving—not the words, nor the language. I can only hope my word-choices translate clear into the readers’ consciousness—no confirmation of my ideas making clear sense.
Need to find academic commentary on Allen Ginsberg’s American sentences. I only have second hand information from a web source, a web site frozen in the previous decade. And I have not researched beyond this fact. Time to do some formal digging to allow a better idea of Ginsberg's methods.


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