Sight

When I close my eyes too tightly, I see light
When my eyes are open gently, I see a picture of the moment
When I see a gentle gaze, I see warmth and I feel a smile
When I hear the thinking softly, there is a buzzing
Visual things are a distraction from sounds
Sounds are a precursor to smells
And my nose touches the world where it cannot be seen
So my eyes are distraction machines and I am a luddite
But I will not break down these machines, I will treat them gently
For even if I don't believe in the outputs from these machines, their operation is part of me
In front of my eyes, there is disbelief
Behind my eyes, there is a pulsing flow of confusing randomness
This razor's edge in between, the bridge of my nose
Connects one side of the river
To the other