you held a magnifying glass to a petri dish and watched the abysmal organisms squirm,

the petri dish i called my life.

isn’t it ironic that through this thickened glass clasped between your fingers, i began to see things clearly,

clearer than with assistance from the spectacles upon my brow.

the truth is you distorted the sorrow i had grown so accustomed to, 

through your own dejection you alleviated mine; showing me the truths and realities of the spherical rock we call home.

the growing darkness began to fade and light poured in, not just from the amber beams but from you; i began to find myself peering into your petri dish which had become riddled with plagues, so overgrown with forests of despair.

should you find yourself isolated and lost i will lift my lid and welcome you onto my plastic plate, 

for i can share these shattered shards of magnification so you can see the depths of your existence, the visible greatness i see everyday;