Head is on a swivel

Looking long and around

This world, this heart, this me

It is so much better

Than I thought I would see

Yet something has been removed;

It’s like that spot in my vision

From the occipital lobe “incident”

It used to be so obvious, this flaw

Now i strain to find it, which shows

We work hard to ignore brokenness

Until it’s like it never was

Because it’s tough to detect an absence

Instead we fill in the empty space

With what we think should be there

With what we want in this place.