two eyes

Isn't it odd... that we have two eyes yet we only see one thing in this world?

And though our perceptions are succinct, our emotions can be divided. Criss-crossing over uncertainty and despair. All the unnamed borders of our internal topography.

Behind closed eyes, replay images that our minds cannot unsee. The vertical static striped song. In between ballads momentarily disrupted. And yet for clarity to return threefold and conjure the singularity of everything we have seen.

The conclusion of perception. Closing candles into our light, threading beams into our selves.