I enjoy art when it seeks to decieve
Insists it is one thing, but is truly many
Lines between lines before eyes that might see
But how's one to know that which they can't percieve?
~
Like plastic, perspective's a malleable thing
And valuable, in that it allows noticing
That which evaded one's understanding
Spawns wor[l]ds between wor[l]ds between wor[l]ds in between
~
Letters are but garble to those who don't read
(Who's ranks counted We, in days now relieved)
And symbolic meaning takes seeking as feed
~[shades all throughout our cavern]~
~
~[spark]~
~[flare]~
~[flicker]~
~[and recede]~