extraspection

call it a distortion

of sight, waltzing photons

not tipsy but already drunk

skewing, blurring

interrupting, intruding

on the view of right and wrong

call it an illusion

of value to children

and whimsical children alone

lying, exuding

an aura alluring

over the world that’s their own

i call it a lens

much like the glasses perched atop your serious grown-up nose

because in all the constraints of your inflexible mind

to see differently

is to be looking through a kaleidoscope