To My Eyes — Poetry — Headless Now

To my eyes:

of what’s real, and yet as well might not be seen as true — my world is not as it appears to be. I hold many things as true and very little meets the standard of reality. To my eyes, the sky is blue, it’s a never challenged certainty — but air itself is just transparent, an allowing space for the dance of sunlight. I see only what my eyes can comprehend. I see a truth in place of reality, both existing at once, and only one…