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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

this world spins way too fast
my head turns a little too slow

To the humble ant,
A blade of grass is a tree,
In a vast forest.

I've been through a lot
If that makes me weird
So be it..