Columbus With Specs

Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle. Cow brains munch cloud fields. A reality steeped in foggy conjecture until I find my spectacles. I enter far horizons like Columbus arriving in America; not on the continent, but on some island and outcrop just short of finding pay dirt. Gradually, through the resurrection of rods and cones, a far-seeing reality sucks clearer vision into me - to back away from this ‘all or nothing’ perception now is not a practical option. I could probably find the real America, even Columbus did in the end, but as we know, being rather ‘put-out’ by not having discovered India he set out with a vim to slaughter the locals in the name of God. Not that reality and perception has that effect on me, but there are times when a little myopia, and a little less blind faith feeds the mind until it can see both the daffodils and the dog S...t navigating a path through both like a New World explorer.