I am seen dimly
Through a glass that will not shine,
Smudged and dirty,
Which has corroded over time.
I am seen fuzzily
Through a shattered mirror,
Smashed to pieces and disheveled
By those who wish naught be seen clearer.
I am seen confusingly,
Like rippling in a pond
A rock being thrown in the middle,
Disruption was not my long.
I am seen unknowingly,
Onlookers looking, but not seeing.
Like glimpsing the cover of a book,
Yet not knowing what resides underneath.
I am seen cloudily,
Or, am I seen?
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