Parallax
How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence,
within organic form with which we identify,
thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed,
with memory imagery and conditioned belief,
deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?
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