Eye salve
So I start seeing clearly
True pictures in hidden frames of images
As
Eyes see what they see
And brains make what they make
But only of images which is shown

Eye salve
So I start seeing clearly
Not the frames of what I call reality
But the realness of reality itself
Without the blot of images as seen to eyes and brains

Eye salve
So I start to behold
Not things as they appear and seem
And be thronged into death like society
But the real behind the real, which is what is truly what, is real