It's a story of sorts, in parts
seen partly, perfectly suggesting
a whole. You know it would be -
the whole story is there,
if you could see it
all, in a scene unfurling
uninterruptedly, in proper sequence,
nothing left out - the best ever;
you feel so sure, changing
how you see
everything you've seen. And
you've seen it all before,
you were sure. But in the shock
of sudden unjadedness,
you begin to imagine and believe
you ain't seen nothing.
yet
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