In views,
hindered,
things are seen
more in focus
than reality's mere glancing.
Behind closed eyes,
I look upon memories,
untainted
by harsh glares
of dawning daze.
Unobscured,
I watch these things,
offered before me,
in stark contrast
to naked visions.
Unfettered pictures
bounce off static scenes,
where movement becomes
fluid
and freely flowing.
Unobstructed perception,
demands my attentions
and captures
tiny nuances
otherwise, missed.
Unhampered sightings
show me multitudes more-
in technicolor meloncholy,
than eyes stretched,
wide-open.
Yet, even clearer views
to innermost portraits,
offer only
black and white impressions
of a blinded optical illusion.