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Bright.

Free.

Easy…

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Or superficial?

Blissful in ignorance

rather than poised,

tight-rope like,

upon the very lip of uncertainty…

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We have no words for it,

this ‘traffic jam’ of artifice

which we seem content to pursue.

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Our infinite regress of virtuosity

is no more than a virtual virus.

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Our end?

Yet another blind-bumper

away from the real.