of only one facility
a gracile ability
to loosen one eye
from its rigidity
to cross the one
towards the bridge
of my nose
but leave the other in its
position of solidity
the pupil from the left
looks out over a world
already uncurled
in the pupil from the right
there is
a double checking of facts
in a field
of layering doubt
the ordering
of information
struggles with
a confounding
of binocular confusion
I count myself fortunate
however
that this that I count as a talent
for some is an unwished for curse
double vision
is my decision
so in my single cross-eyed haze
I can at any moment
stop
and realign my gaze
