GETTING PERSPECTIVE

           


    A blind man told me
        what he thought of sight.
        "As if you open up a Russian doll
            and place each front to back.
                If you have light,
            the near one's big.
            The farthest one is small."
        We learn from decibels,
        from rods and cones,
        from sour, sweet 
        from rough and smooth.
        Begin from heat and cold,
        from pheromones
            to recreate the outer world
                within.
    So YOU know ME.
        You've got a lot of nerve.
    You THINK you know me.
        You don't have a clue.
            It's clear
        you never listen or observe.
    The me-inside-you
        isn't me, it's you.
    I hope some day you'll see
        why I won't stay.
    Watch me get smaller
        as I walk away.

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[TLK]

The me-inside-you
isn't me, it's you.