Perception

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Persisting into the thick glass
Tonight even your feet have conditioned themselves
Too grey to move from your place
That frail feather blowing from you
As you are now cages of words
A pen without a bird to write away
Chance is the colored stones you look at
The coral eyes and slim people
They sit somewhat apart from you
Haunting your feet to silence
In the wonder I gape from
I have marked out your sanity
Filled with knowledge, perceived yet unknown

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