I wear a frame to compensate,
My eyes too warped to see,
Near-sighted, I see only blurs
Where light and detail should be
But when I look closely through
Complex, distorted stars,
I see the surface of my eyes
Projected on retinal walls
And how do I describe it,
Which only I can see?
What words or lines can capture this
Glowing, microscopic glass
What a sole perspective,
The cells across my eyes,
Arranged in one specific way,
Bend one specific light
So it seems to go,
The tiny, natural arts
Leave us blind to love, or wear
The world's warped frame to compensate
