At first I see the scenes through me
refract in ego's glassy walls

(pure light furled into selfish bands,
the icy edges of those panes

dividing up my muddled sight
in facets of vague vanity)

--but then I blink, begin to think
of anything outside my lens,

what waits beyond my inward eyes,
and once again I realize

how little senses have perceived,
what clarity could be received

if I would focus further still,
exploring broader panoramas

-mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes,
the skyline where a new day breaks,

the unknown moments, hours, years,
untraveled miles and frontiers-

and contemplate a greater view
until I learn the world, and you.