Goggling with weak-muscled and diplopic eyesat the round oracle of my spectacular worldI note that my right eye has a tendency to emphasizethe dominant colours and myleft the recessives(so that what's plain to one eyethe other may see purled)
for instance: what's blood to my good right eyeis tomato juice to my leftand where my left eyesees the hard blue skyit's summer haze to the sightof my right.
One eye assures me my child is pyreticand the other guarantees he'sanaemic;the left eye declares:silver threads, my dear, you are growing old;and the right eye swearssweetheart, there's nothing but gold.
I only praise God for the lightand I take my sightas I see it; but theremay be a moral in this somewhere.
