A straightforward plan

To pull the curtain back,

And reveal the pure, naked truth of all creation.

Now we subvert reality,

And overcome conscience

To become less, somehow,

Than the sum of the parts.

Horizons, unexplored. Depths, unsearched,

But scanned like a tray of

Party snacks, by bored, careless eyes.

Miracles witnessed through bulletproof,

Adventure-proof glass.

We make love to daydreams,

Only after squeezing into

An emotional condom,

From which no new idea will escape.

From which no natural sensation

Will be felt.

We reach out into mystery

Wearing a heavy leather glove

Where did my feeling go?

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