Should have gone to Specsavers

I should have gone to Specsavers, don't you see?
That shop on the high street where you get fixed
And see more clearly.

Blurry-eyed and
For the first time
I saw the glasses case I had seen
So many times before
When I had thought ...
Nothing.

Now,
Wedged and pinned down
With no escape from destiny
Between 'The Sense of an Ending',
and, 'End Games' (... oh, the irony),
... I see you again.

Seeing ... again
Noticing ... again
Realising ... again
And again, and again, and again.

Slap upon slap.
Layer upon layer.
Meaning upon meaning and,
No meaning
Reality and unreality.
They all sit together
A chaotic vision
Of no fixing.

The silver edge runs a swift orbit around the plastic carapace
An elliptical sling shot to another universe.
The case clasp clicks cleanly
Closed.
You see ... we should have gone to Specsavers
That place on the high street.