Yet there is a blind spot in each human eye

We know there is a blind spot in the eye
We cannot see the entire view, the whole
The blank bit in the mirror of the car

In science, there are limits that apply
Chaitin’s  constant may indeed appall
We know there is a blind spot in the eye

The  blind spot may depend on where we are
So its action may lead scientists to brawl
The hole in  the mirrored image in the car

The  naming   of the numbers infinite
Discloses a fine paradox,  enthralls.
We know there is a blind spot in the eye

We long for deep control of what we are
By religion, science or New Age notions foul
Fill hole in  the mirrored image in the car

In between the consonants the vowel
Make explicit that we want  no further holes
Yet there is a blind spot in each human eye
Like  a blank in the mirror in a family car