iT is only from afar
that we sometimes see what is real...
it is the function of distance
that makes us see all the details
something ironic
putting our tongues in aghast
but only for a while
as they say
the skies become rolled up sleeves
and the stars fall like leaves from the fig trees
from afar....
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