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Ocular Migraines

I see the wake of what I look at objects casting ripples through the sea of visual fields like a boat or Nessy cutting water in zig zags its trail allowing secrets, coloured kaleidoscope waves rips and tears peep holes no less an honoured glimpse into the mechanics of reality, I hope nobody up there gets into trouble for showing me things they shouldn’t how things are working behind the scenes

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Date: 10/4/2023 8:42:00 AM
I see the wake of what I look at too, but I didn't know exactly what to call it or what it was until I read this... yeah, I hope they don't get in trouble! Very intriguing poem!
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Clive Culverhouse
Date: 10/4/2023 8:50:00 AM
Well it's what I call it, oh those colourful zig zags, I'm glad someone else sees it too, thanks for reading my poem

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