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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