To the Left of Your Wide Eye

Panoramic distractions

Visions burrowed into narrow thoughts

The faint sense of something
People
Or some, thing

Walking the landscape that eyes thought
Was never really there

Never really alive
Dry and bare

Scattered memories reach the light
Reminding the mind
That they are real

As each one walks
On the edge of fragile-seeing worlds

Peripheral
And surreal
Scratched into the far edges of life

But something has cracked
And leaked a new light
To bring attention

To everything
Every, thing

That doesn't stand directly in front of you
The ignorant king

Hiding to the left of your eyes
And to the right of your memory