We cannot see for
certain,
though eyes are open
wide
but, there behind the
curtain,
Infinity abides.
The spectrum of creation,
the imagery of time
turns out, on close
inspection,
ambiguous as rhyme.
What seems to one man, heaven,
can be, to others, Hell.
Refracted time in
pieces?
How can one really tell?
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