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?”