Just visible Enough for Those Who Wish to See it

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A poem about ambiguity.

Tingle. Curated this mess.
Opening for nothing.
Muted mist.

Why did it happen? Was it ever true?
How do they see us? How do we see us?
Could I just, for a moment...
turn it off?

Gray knows the truth.
We fall down with gravity.
Breath in the foggy mist.
It's in the how.
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