why she refuses to be seen
even in the light of this dull day
no longer present to acknowledge
our view has dimmed
since we've grown astray
why she refuses to be heard
her lovely sound turned mute
leaving all perspective
to whom heeds with care
silencing any refute
why this refusal to best
a distance I can no longer bear
unless this me, is he
who refuses to acknowledge that
when we perceive we share
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