Insight

A box wherefrom
Insides too huge
For a tiny item’s
Last refuge,

Like a planet in space,
As far as is,
Lost in its case,
A pair of glasses,

Whose world grows wide
Through heavy lenses,
Myopic, four-eyed;
Magnifying hence is

A feature of sight,
Where space just suffices
The matrix of light,
And eyepieces need twice as

Much distance to see
Their small paradises
And focus obsessively
Heedless to sizes,

Where creatures eye
Their panopticon pen,
Then multiply
The scenery again,

Until their desires
Get out of hand
And kaleidoscope fires
Prism the land

From hundreds of facets
Like the eyes of a fly,
So that spectacles’ assets
Surfeit the sky:

Short-sighted empires
Increase when divided,
Which sometimes requires
Being far-sighted—

Our vision is grown
With postage pending,
Strewn by its own
Boundless sending.