The Innocent Eye Test by Mark Tansey

hyperrealism takes bizarre to insane when we are right here but not in the frame I hold all the thoughts as well as none existentially observed by men with lab coats on the moment of glory when all come to see thoughts, reactions, inner landscape of me but when the days over and notes neatly typed how can I exist in a state of no hype centre of attention, on my thoughts all enquired blazè in response, then diva like tired who knew that a moment was a singular thing after it passed, how I'd try to cling what did I see on that fateful day now I stare at myself in an infinite way looking quite deep I wasted their time thoughts a dime a dozen or a dozen a dime the view of self times by observer I just cannot square perhaps in the right light there was optical glare the feedback was stunning, as is always the case so I wish myself back, to be stood pride of place all I want, ever wanted, was to walk forwards (and in so break all previously held records) to be more special than just plucked from the herd forgiven for having musings absurd though to outstay a welcome then ponder there on in when I'm a herd animal, not brethren, not kin a space allotted and a space filled until no longer useful and politely killed