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Blind-Sight Reality

Is it blind to see from different perspective?

Perspective is reality.

Reality is what you make it.

Make it....your perspective.

Respectively we decide to make it ours,

Ours which can't always be theirs,

So should theirs always be ours?

Or is it ok to be blind?

Blinded by theirs, blinded by ours,

Stuck in a single white-rabbit hole of clarity,

Thinking it's reality.

Waiting for the smoke to clear,

So we can see which way was ours again,

So we can see which way was theirs.

Then blind ourselves to every-which-way but one--That One.

Self-blinding vision,

is this reality.

Now hand me the ******* mushroom, please.

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Dec 1, 2010
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