Push of reds and greens
upon my vision.
Amplified by bend of greens
and reds upon my ear:
clear defined reality.
I lift my glass.
the blurred refraction
of melted greens and reds
merge, fuse,
but the image
does not change.
It remains
clear defined reality
as seen through glass.
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