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Flashing lights blinded a planet,
And painted the finest image
What every eye does wish to get
Lest the people knows not the sage

Heroic words in narrative
From the hero of amity,
For his soul ain't that corrosive
In the printed reality

A truth that man could never saw
Must have hidden behind the lense,
Thus the very sight in its raw
Couldn't be perceived by every sense

A man could see a puzzle piece,
But imperfect to see the whole
Portrait of factual scenery,
Each knowledge always has a hole.

© 2019 Eyji Noblesmith

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