Cannot Unsee

I cannot unsee my viscious vision,
reversing the moronic process of of my idle division,
trying to whimsically create a sense of normalacy.
Cannot unsee writhing disturbence,
of a twice turned shifty eyed stranger fenced,
by his imaginary intolerance for civilized society.
Cannot unsee my deplorable insanity,
perceiving the iron cast prison without a key,
accepting those blissful days when utterly locked away within.
Cannot unsee our towering beauty,
worlds filled with arrogant joy and callous uncertainty,
jeering at nameless who think they cannot unsee themselves,
seeing glazed through repeating tracks of the same train,
coming kinetic together when all is broken solemn quite.