But it's there if you see well.
What can I say about this?
How do I describe?
No colour, just vyibes.
No sky, just clouds and ideas,
I tack and paste an old
Dilbert strip upside down
To the cubicle corkboard.
To anthropomorphise, there is
A creaky peek, an opening
An Eye, a thick urethra.
I don't have the end,
Yet
I still don't understand what you were trying to teach me about what seeing really is, Aaron. I focussed on the rising outline of the pine tree as I walked down the hill.
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