As some might urge to draw
As some might urge to paint
As some might even urge to act
It is as if light itself
Is caught up in these words
That all the visions, and reflections
Contain certainty, of a kind
Whereas, in my other world
What some would call the real world
Clarity only flickers, arrives in fits & starts
Each new voice adds a further disparate viewpoint
The chagrin somehow must settle
Though the forces are many and able
And along the way there is to be upset
That is, or so it seems, the nature of change
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