Do you see through the lens with your good eye or bad?
Which do you use when your are mad or sad?
Do you prefer your left or your right?
As you face down the glass that bends light
Or do you face infinity head on
Staring back bold and strong
Both eyes ablaze, level and true
Looking out into the blue
Eyebrows like wings of an eagle
Gazing deep into the spiegel
In the place where two circles collide
It is where the humble meets pride
Living in an irredenta
The mutually inclusive magenta
Where blue and red greet in blinding light
Adding green, to make white
So when you look at someone you meet
In the middle of the street
Do you see eye to eye
No longer needing to ask “why?”