Do you notice all?
Do you see the unseen?
Is your vision small?
Blinded by a screen?
Can you smell those soon dead?
Can you taste argyle?
hear what isn't said?
see love in a smile?
After birth distorted,
stab wound or sting of bee,
vision contorted,
we see what we hope to see
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