Turns

All the turns
False turns, too
South when rational wends west
The apparition was there when I looked
Gone when I looked again
We've too many times salvaged but tragedy
from the joy of is
The list of sometimes wins was short
We never turned away

What I can see

I can't see myself
but I can see you
I can't see what's close to me
but I can see through
to the blue and wide
on the other side