ViewMasters' of Hope

Horizons  sent  to  photo  finishes,

Stopped  looking,   while  return  diminishes

Shots  fired  from  reading  pre-loaded  magazines

Oft times conjuring  monsters’  from  movie  screens

Compassing  compassion  fashioned  Visine  hindsight

Blind  to  virtuous reality,  dreaming  on   monkeyshines

Lost  and  found  through  bi-focal  never-ending  spectacles

I  toast with  a  few  glasses  of  rued  thinking,   deja  vu,  

Sightseeing  simile  as  passersby  smile,  like  they  remember  me

Yesterday  wasn’t  2b,  so  I  hope  I  can  see  the  gift  presently

Dimensionally  challenged  so  hands  shade  light  angles’  insight

Left  to  sadly  google  blue  screens  to  reveal  wealth over night

I  choose  to  accept  over  the  counter  renditions’  inflicted  matrix

Forever  2b  hoodwinked  into  submission,  of unrefined  positions

Conditioned  to  overcoming  by  hoping  for  death  someday……

Instead  of  cold  lusting  after  finding  and  losing  heaven  in  earths

Foolishly searching  viewpoints  that  anoint,  unable  to  read  righteous

So  I  keep  checking  the  mirror  to  see  enlightenment, looking  back  at me!