Pure Imagination And Fantasy

There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision she used her imagination each time she turned on the television One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.