Through the Looking Glass
We have only our perceptions,
but how honest can they be
Where one man sees the color red,
the colorblind can’t see
When trapped in three dimensions,
we must push against the walls
Until we’re free of all constraints
—and clarity befalls
(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
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