Now I’ve got my left lense out

The crescent moon blur seems to shout

this is how you always see

the world about and those around me.

Bifocal still but not complete

Clear / Crystalline / blurred compete.

I see alot, maybe more than most?

But remaining still the untold ghost

an image there, an outline here

What exactly it is remains unclear.

Judge Distance, perceive good and woe

Still you’re fucked if you know what you don’t know.

The both lenses out, all is gone.

Ignorance or Apathy which I sometimes don.

Soon, All needful knowledge I’ll win:

Next morning lenses go back in.

 

From ‘The Little Black Book’, 20-6-1992

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