Correcting Astigmatism

Some of the wisest words
I ever heard
said:

--Never let your work interfere with your work.

Is it more appropriate to say job
instead of the initial work? Perhaps.
But the meaning remains equivalentish,
and I’m reminded of shadows of logic
—lying dormant in the matter of my mind—
about the separation that isn’t: between
the things I do for others or expedience,
and the things I do for personal growth
there is the reality, the universality
that says I’m still
doing.

To see things as they are requires:
bigness smallness foolishness happiness truthfulness honesty faithfulness indifference kindness love patience devotion anger fear pain joy ecstasy and a thorough adjective adverb experience.

But even then vision can’t be ensured:
the brain must evaluate the information that it has taken in via experience and test it against the theories of adjectives and adverbs to see if they manage to coordinate with each other.

Then and only then will our lens be accurate
--and it requires perpetual correction—
and our perpetual astigmatism momentarily corrected.

What’s important now?
What kind of work are you doing?
What’s your job?

I took a walk in the woods last week—soon the fall
will come—and I couldn't help noticing mama Nature
had managed to give her creatures, her life, a kind
of frosting: spectral colors seeping in from the tips.