can i honestly sit before You
in stadium empty
with no where left for the crowd
and no where left for my syllables
You fill everywhere
and i dont fill anywhere
and i dont see everything
i just see this peripheral
flashed shadow
but the moments of twenty
twenty
sight are few
and i proclaim them like the blind man
who saw for one moment
the colors of a world never revealed
and like the blind man
i doubt those colors were real
but i'd be a fool
to label them as a mass production
of hypnotism and delusion
just because there is an eyelidback again
truth remains truth
even when i can't see it.

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