Now I’ve got my left lense out
The crescent moon blur seems to shout
this is how you always see
the world about and those around me.
Bifocal still but not complete
Clear / Crystalline / blurred compete.
I see alot, maybe more than most?
But remaining still the untold ghost
an image there, an outline here
What exactly it is remains unclear.
Judge Distance, perceive good and woe
Still you’re fucked if you know what you don’t know.
The both lenses out, all is gone.
Ignorance or Apathy which I sometimes don.
Soon, All needful knowledge I’ll win:
Next morning lenses go back in.
From ‘The Little Black Book’, 20-6-1992