"Hey, Four-Eyes!"

There is a strange fish called an Anableps, twice

It has two, distinct eyes in each eyeball

Perplexing, you might think; not at all nice

There is something fishy about us all

We’ve all got four “I’s,” properly grasped:

I was, I am, I will be, I might be

Past, present, future, subjunctive: hasped

The water is the real; beneath it, see

A public, brute reality is there

But we can improvise, alter, create

Imagine the other and then compare

Conjure different versions; see which rate

Look above the surface; then look under

Synthesize to generate real wonder