Curable Pathology

Saint Paul, 8 March 2006

for Lance

An image upside down and reversed

you recognize as your optic projection

but your brain refuses to correct

is this a curable pathology?

Another day penetrates crippled panes

fixed above idle doors long since bolted

invisible photons intersect the transom

bending to a pair of feet below your belly

Indecipherable waves bombard bare-wood

with the languid respite of levitating dust

indifferent to the random whimsy of equilibrium

unimpressed by the gravity of protracted grief

The sun's irradiant but neutered rays

enter as revelation and earnest insight

refract through hopelessly deformed corneas

and exit quietly as some twisted kind of gloom