By B.K.
Date: 2006 Jan 11
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Sight Unseen

It's like being inside of a video game
Surrealistic colors and lights
With sharp tight edges
The Doc said
I might not like the world so clear
I told him I was a poet
I liked things fuzzy
It's making me nauseous
Damn I can see the dust now
An issue I can no longer hide
As now far is near
So what is to be next my Darlin Dear
Now that I have I can see clearly specs
Sitting high upon both ears