binaural
I hear out of two ears
one early, one late
they tell me the time,
they lie.
they separate
events and places, envelopes and latency
crashing like waves on a bloated carcass.
I see out of two eyes
one left, one right
both wrong.
eyes crossed, wide, apart and shut
things that are little seem
far, big seems near
but the opposite is true
big is now,
left is right
and yesterday is really gone.
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