Two Face
Two Face
How far can you see?
All the way to the moon, the stars, further, farther?
Near sighted, far sighted mid sighted, no sighted.
Since sight is actually the eye gathering in and interpitin’
The light that passes by.
You and me,
and the birds in the tree
see only as far,
as the surface of our eye.
Light by the ton, is thrown from the sun
rushing to earth in a blink
bringing blue hues and red hues
greens browns and yelloos
mauve puce and pink.
But not all that strikes you or tree or blade of grass is reflected away.
Some seems to stick, get absorbed and stays
some is accepted, some is rejected.
So, this makes me wonder
is the blue ball on the green grass at the park near the old town hall,
Since the blues’ been rejected
and the rest’s been accepted,
is the blue ball a blue ball at all?
So I don’t see what’s really there,
but just what’s thrown away.
So blue is red, and red is green
or every things mixed up and grey.
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