Unpolished windows show the world
as it prefers to be seen: less clearly
than your impulses to lenses and cleaners
compass you to, with a new verb
on the road to true north, brought forth
by the way you looked that day and now
in my memory of the present, the blur
is a little darker than that day
though that might be because of the
music that I'm listening to
though I may have chosen that to
use the purple colored pencil
as a foreground, because like the world
I prefer to close my eyes and fade into the trees.
Roman Ryan 