Blurry Vision

I live in a world of circles

things rounded and blurred around the edges

colors look like fireworks erupting

into the actual shape of the thing

A red orb in the distance dances

between sparkles and fuzz

until, at last, it shifts

into a rectangular gas station sign

Things are not what they seem

Not everything can be circular, perfect,

understood forever

What they seem morphs into what they are

And the clarity shows truth

over perception.