as I ponder about true pixel perfection
it only raised more, more and more questions
of colors, saturation, white points and hues
the settings you've set
on your viewing tube
brightness, contrast, red, blues
so many things, so many views
That shape and mold and patterns to
must be the same
or your really screwed
How is it I wonder alone to myself
as I think of a picture to place 'pon the shelf
true pixel perfection, I think it ís a lie
because no one in life
will see through my eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem