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Marc B. Adin
Perception
Perception, perception.
What is this potion which
confuses us so?
He heard, she saw, they felt.
Me?
I forget. I was bored.
My attention wandered.
Easily distracted.
Lack of sleep.
'Focus, focus man.'
Upon what?
Your perception or
my reality?
But, whose truth?
It is all about
congruence, you see (don't you agree?)
When your perception and my reality
meet,
it is the moment of conception, the beginning of a
new
lie.
A potion of poison deforming truth
into a blurred vision of
should have, could have.
Truth illumines the beauty of the soul.
Remember this.
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