I tried to see my own eyeball.
In a plant, a fungus,
a workout, a pill,
at the bottom of a highball
I tried to understand how my action
affected the world. My lens
remained fixed and was
so very marred by refraction.
We shout together
at the car who cut us off
and sped away far too fast.
Never mind his desperate
to bring his child to the hospital.
We'll never know.
"Why can't he just relax,
go safely and slow?"
To murder ego requires parallax,
so I tried to see my own eyeball.
About the Creator
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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