My Views of the World
My Views of the World
Or, my view of the worlds
For me, two worlds, two images, real or not
For one eye sees one, the other, the other
Both real, but both ghosts
Separate, space between
Looking down, without glasses, four feet, not two
My eyes tell me there’s always another way of looking at things
Do I understand you?
Maybe not, but I see you as a human with views different from my own
How else can I?
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