Our different perspectives,
connected to the directives -
Of our minds, sometimes.
Is reality really what I see,
when fantasy grasps me -
Constantly?
Photographic rhymes,
will these pictures combine?
Completely dependent,
on how we perceive it.
But when it matches, bells chime.
Is it a sign?
I find that you shouldn't try to define -
A constant that is so constantly unpredictable.
An indecisive variable.
You can't find the perimeter,
unknown parameters.
It hardly matters.
Correction,
I have no method of detection.
There are no conditions, of my operation.
Right and wrong,
yes and no, or maybe so.
Just let it go.
It's all the same to me,
respectively.
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