Four eyes look into the mirror
Clarity spoofed by the image
Looking back and seeing the
Shapes of things to have been
The countours of the possibility
Represented by the face that houses
Some kind of Descartes fantasy,
Doesn't it? Don't put my concepts into
The blender of accuracy (and don't peel
My orange); I want the wedges to be
Intact for the projects that we have to
Do together, we the me, until the blur
Swirls the edges, revealing what we're dealing
With: a me with a not me with a sort of, paying
Too much (attention overdraft fees) for the picture
That shreds a thousand words
Roman Ryan 