12.23.13
Beyond the arc of perception,
out of the corners of my eyes,
I see people without disguise,
I see beyond their deceptions.
My insights are not projections,
I see the truth beyond their lies,
masks drop, for only I am wise,
their ignorance begs inspection.
To witness their uncertainty
when opportunity presents
an open door to fix the past.
To bear this sense of gravity,
this trace of solemnity, tense,
nervous, uneasy, empty, vast.
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