Blurry Words Beyond My Nose

Taking a long look past the bridge of my nose I come across some wicked prose that has me follow all words close so I know what no one knows. Without the bridge onto my nose there are no wrong words exposed on the place where writing grows atop the backs of wicked trolls. While under bridges surely shows when you can’t see past a blurry nose the wicked words will come to blows as looks fall on another’s nose. I see myself the same as trolls whether it’s one or ten of those but when there’s more than one of me I follow words more closely.