Real eyes.
Through the keyhole life is worse.
You can glimpse a realm of opinion you never knew,
A snitch of words strung together in a new way.
A truth you never needed to know,
or a thought you thought didn’t exist.
With each peek your self diminishes and
with it any logical way to comprehend.
And so you are left, changed, enlightened
and
alone.
When the key turns,
and the door opens.
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