Author Unknown

 

I saw it all, all I saw,

 

I fell right through, way down.

 

And it holds me down,

 

My hands, not chained.

 

Yet bound as the bull.

 

Still I keep it hidden,

 

right in front of all. 

 

When you open that box,

 

inside an ellipses.

 

I am all of truth.

 

Corner of eyes,

 

shadow in my shadow,

 

Only the act, they say,

 

an illusion of real.

 

An ocean made shallow.

 

 

 

 

 

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