The Magic of Soft Focus

Heavens, you could really use
A wholly disenchanted
World where no one felt the need

For hackneyed imaginings
Of anthropoid chimeras,
The same old gods and monsters

With occasional new tweaks
For things to be worth seeing.
All these myths are vaseline

Smeared over the mental lens,
And it’s not the deceptions,
The pathetic distortions,

Black bear on hind paws Sasquatch,
Pareidolia on Mars,
The grace of God survivors

Of earthquakes that killed others
Apparently less God-loved.
It’s that the enchanted world

Feels less and less enchanting,
The boring world distorted
Isn't nearly as much fun.