A vision, revised, appeared in my eyes,
Reversed itself and walked away alone.
It left my eyes with a vision incised,
And vacuumed out the light within my soul.
The vision lied and tied my tired eyes
Together in a small and shapely ball,
But then—reversed, revised, incised—my soul,
Returned to task; to you it turned and lied.
-Dedicated to Patrick Simmons and Martin Heidegger.
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