I feel relative to the Angel Seth 
Both he and I are blind 

He saw what I imagine 
He needs what I need

As two eyes can see 3D
                      I have a breaking point 
Foreground, Background, countless in-between
Cardboard cutouts as shading and geometry 
                                         When I go up again

He knew music in the coastal sun
I know the earth's rotation in the sky

My thoughts have no color 
My dreams are 1st person games
                              No headsets allowed!!

Like him, I wake from my bland dream
Like him, the sky moves, not us.
Like him, none of this is real

So today...
I spent the afternoon staring in the blue and grey-white 
Only...  In front, not above