Testing

Mustard Seeds, brown, black and white,

grow wildly when exposed to light.

In each word you read

is a very small seed.

So I sow with my left hand, and write.

TEST. Check. Test. Is this thing on? 
Can you hear me?  I think I’ve gone 
completely, sweetly, out of my mind. Did 
I say that right? I’ve just been blinded 
by these bright shining lights. I see 
you blankly staring back at me, 
glaring at these words I'm writing,
when saying things like this, inciting 
riots in the minds of those who 
hear this message. I propose you
might be someone who’s suspected
that this gift of interjected,
perverse verse dispersion,
is a left to right conversion 
table. Able minds will tell 
whether or not this was done well.