flotsam breaks on pebbles mass
knowing not its death, or past.
yet bound within chaotic brew
void held minds, birth and view.
familiarity hidden: life's true face,
impossibility takes gods place.
blindly - mechanisms trace
the path of all
in silent state.
And of our eyes, and ears and face
witnesses of voids mistake,
majestic dance unfolds in place,
yet witnesses fold and break:
concocting tales and forming walls,
those with sight, lock the doors.
losing sight of our only place,
soap operas built, consumed, embraced.
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