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I am not your eyes
I’m your telescope
Or your microhope
Is that a surprise

I’m your fancy zoom
Or your fisheye lens
For why and for
Whom, it depends
I’m the specs on
Your nose, and
The dust on them
Too, I suppose
I’m whatever you
Want, or nothing
At all, it’s your call
I’m an exotic font
I’m everything
You’ve ever liked
Or despised, but
Don’t blame me
You decide, you
Have your own optics
I just offer options
A new set of glasses
To survey the scene
If thinking is blurry
With brain on the blink
Faced with tight choices
Farts from smart arses
Blinded by their light
If you see what I mean

No, I’m not your eyes
But it could be good
To let your lids down
And catch forty winks
For a while, as you
Slip on a smile, then
Watch wisdom arise