Depth Perception

 Depth Perception      12/30/2015

 

The dead see through the living

And the living, dream through the dead

Each one gazing through a looking glass

Curved, opaque 

And beveled at the edge.

No one knows every secret  

And no one knows every dream

At least not enough

To make it perfect

Or make it understood. 

People and places 

Fade in and out

Focused for only a moment

And not enough to love.

We see, but cannot comprehend

And only afterwards 

Do we remember in pain

Viewing ourselves in others

Long ago dead. 

I have seen myself in many

And I have wondered at the mirror

A man fractured into facets

Disjointed and indistinct. 

Tethered to a line

I imagine forward movement

As we crawl along a track

One way through time. 

If all dreams have meaning 

Than mine make no sense

Random windows

Into private angst.   

We long for

What we cannot have

And yet willingly ignore 

Priceless treasure.   

 If I loved

Then I love

And If I lost

At least I know.

The pain lessens

But the glow remains

Richer and more luxurious

With each and every view.

But truth is like a telescope

Burning like a lazer

Boring through the past 

And exposing every future.

 

A lie today

Is like a thousand yesterday

As the layers peel off

And we see the past

Perfectly.  

Nothing but a hoax 

And nothing but a lie

No matter how hidden 

And no matter how big.  

Now I that I see 

I know who I am 

Strong enough to see 

Who was right 

And who was wrong.