Transparent Poetry Prompt- Glass Prison (Without Cats)

Seen through like the lies
of a kid,
or as easy to read as books,
are the things like glass, and
air, and contacts

which give way to
eyes, demanding, gazing,
not upon, but through open
space, and gripping what is left
of the distortion that is light

that passes through such things as glass,
and air, and contacts (things
that bend the light like
a politician would bend
information, or

perhaps serve as a middleman
that you cannot trust,
delivering the light in a manner in which,
after it has been delivered,
it does not feel right),

my eyes yearn
for 20/20 vision.