Reformatted from original: Feb 12, 09
If one looks too closely, heed me.
Then crack, will the mirror and glass.
It beheld intricacy. Or are you lying?
The stencil was chosen randomly,
You needn’t even bother to neither ask,
Or look too closely, heed me.
Formation was a spur of imagining,
You’ve only found paper once unmasked,
It beheld intricacy. Oh, you are lying.
Can one imagine the flow freely,
From mind to mouth to hands, untracked?
Only if one looks too closely, heed me.
Not exactly without intending,
For the words of beauty to lack,
Because it beheld intricacy. No lying.
So must you analyze this poetry?
Set it upon to be your own task,
If one looks too closely, heed me.
You’ll find no intricacy. Or am I lying?
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