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He always used to look out through the OO's
of his DOOR, but now there are glasses in front
of his eyes that enlarge the business.
Sometimes he knows he's a professor
and not a stupid one. There's so much to see
and larger may not be the right word.
More precise. Deeper. The most in the finest
detail. He sees the numbers on the farthest bus.
Or is it the farthest? Who says how far
a man is supposed to see, where is the limit?
This irks him. His eye-hunger is aroused
and even if he sees more sharply the wrinkles
in his skin, the seeing itself is younger.
He would like to take the whole optician's guild
in his arms and embrace it, same as he always
wanted to squeeze his mother especially
when he felt that because of her he belonged
to the whole world and the other way round a little.
He considers binoculars and a microscope.
There's still so much more, but he sees the meaning
of his life when he comes home, stares up
from his bed and makes out the newest crack
in the ceiling. That's how far it is.
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