A Poem That Seemed Right When My Eyes Were Droopy, But Now Seems Dumb And Generic

My eyes are dry and
Full of sand
The wind has blown my tears
Across my cheeks and
Stung me with dust
What things have I seen
That my eyelids droop against my will
The world swirls
I try to think
As my vision sinks and
Pours out of tired holes
Colors blur
Shadows
Without my eyes
Where can I go
Where will I wander
And what can I know
Under the skin of things
Beneath the bones
I sense a shape
A faceted feeling
Grown in like souls
My eyes are dry
With or without them
I might see