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There is a hole
in the end of this tube
through which I gather
my world-view.

I can swivel it left
I can swivel it right
and the things that it shows me
seem true.

But there’s a failing here
of the terriblest kind
when accepting the linear flow.

With the garbage in there is no garbage out
‘cuz the garbage ain’t the kind you can know.

But I stare through my tube
and try to assess
just how it is
that this world’s in distress.

And I’ll never think to remove
this tube from my eye
to gaze upon
the wider plain.

2014.08.06 – 2023.12.02

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