tickle my ear with promise,
but say what you will.
weak will bends lobes
hard of hearing.
sounds ring strong of
pitches over thrown.
hearing a present predicted
but remembered at present.
looking back for that
which travels from ahead.
well, it comes from more
than one head, but
perspective is personal.
i’ll put my hands up
but don’t hold me to it.
dull points tear
a/ head,
forward resting
reflections
missed by mirrors
presenting skewed
portraits onlooking
misconception.
head down to stabilize
all that moves
things are more easily
seen when static
follow insight of eyes
taking each step
in lead of vision
plant adjusts seen
tip toe, stomp, leap
what do you see?
imagination fuels the probability
of a reality overlooked.
weighing expectation allows
for unlikely presumption.
creation borne of odds
negativity spread.
advantage achieved
through opposition gained.
sight seen askew
lines of measure,
donning sharp vision, preamble.
i know i don’t see straight,
but i’m not sure who does.
we’ve developed glasses,
yet vision still degrades.
well, how about we lazer
those weak eyes?
it works, yes.
no more face
encumbering accessory,
but things are still askew.
i paid for correction and
instead got 20/20 to fault.
i look forward
but all i can see is back.
i’ve got glasses,
yet i still can’t see.
i thought i saw
something i didn’t see.
excuse my eyes for
trusting my mind.
these thoughts blind vision.
