This, we call life.

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Things, things are made of these days
Volumes, of volumes around us
Material is immaterial
Secrets within secrets they lie.

Acts behind acts is living these days
Takes after takes we call life
Artificial is real
Signs within signs they find.

Know, known is unknown these days
Delay in delaying the wait
Unshown is shown
Time within time they slide.

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The World As I See It

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People see places
They see the world as rich and poor
Some see it as black, some as white
I see no line that divides.

Around the world we go
Combat cultures, savour the flow
Live the life of others
It’s nice for a day or so.

The world is no black or white
It’s no big or small
Nor despicable or frightful
It’s part artistic, part adroit.

Once you enter such a world
You leave the exit far behind
If you happen to come across a door
It’s your chance to magnify.