Hidden Clues
When I pause and seek to listen,
To that voice that's deep inside.
My search often finds only silence,
As if intuition has abandoned and died.
This moves me to sounds I observe,
With perception that's experienced and real.
While exercising any lack of emotion,
Where the technical outweighs any feel.
Now I realize the empirical shortfalls,
are rarely guided by any moral debate.
Yet the need is both complex and basic,
So that we sense a value, between love and hate.
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