20 April, 2006


I used to believe that comprehension began with you;
That what you failed to understand was insensibility.
For every time a picture renders a thousand words,
You claim the first to know;
And if it were not through you,
How would we fall for the beauty of a look?

But then I learned that deception was easiest
To cloud you; that the pair I’ve had might lie,
When they suggest the bigness of near
Or the smallness of far.
When a picture offers a thousand words,
You are the first to be deceived;
And if it were not through you,
Why have many hearts ached at
The tyranny of the skin deep?

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