perception is shift

If I have to, I can picture everything. 
My mind's eye rakes the world 
with a scorched-earth gaze, 
and I don't really mind 
what I don't see. But 
you might be surprised 
how little I praise,
or am phased. Or 
is this just a phase, 
all along? Will I wake 
this afternoon as a butterfly?

I can picture that fine.
I'm a hypothete 
with a taste
for immersion 
as strong as wine.