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Through The Looking Glass


We have only our perceptions,

but how honest can they be

Where one man sees the color red,

the colorblind can’t see

 

When trapped in three dimensions,

we must push against the walls

Until we’re free of all constraints

—and clarity befalls

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

 

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