Seeing Through Appearances

You’ve caught me on the hop
Standing on One leg
Where All I can see
Is the gap
That stands
Between you and me
In splendid isolation

It makes me hopping mad
To be caught out in this way
Hooked on appearances
Where it’s just not cricket
To be stumped on the boundary
Of my hook shot
Where my seeing ends

Surely I must be able
To drop my guard merely
To see you more clearly
Including in my framing
Not apart from my heart

Where we can sing together
In coupling chords of three
Where gaps don’t distance
Our view of one including other
But find beneath the surface
Our evolutionary tree
Expressed outwardly through me
And yew in deep distinction
But never ending sea

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