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Ocular Migraines

I see the wake 
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea 
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing 
secrets, coloured 
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes

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Steven Young

Date: 10/4/2023 8:42:00 AM

I see the wake of what I look at too, but I didn't know exactly what to call it or what it was until I read this... yeah, I hope they don't get in trouble! Very intriguing poem!

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 10/4/2023 8:50:00 AM

Well it's what I call it, oh those colourful zig zags, I'm glad someone else sees it too, thanks for reading my poem