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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.