Hidden in plain sight

A poem

memry of sea is sea, else
I shan’t see what’s to see
globes birl and bounce
for round my mentalese

to plotty farber blendey
most certainly blind I be
for in my bijou wardrobe
its borderlines won’t go

what awes from modest
seeds, my son, do I detract?
what panoply of garments
to naught do I append?