"What you see
depends on the view"
said Point of View
many miles from you
"All I see is a ball
of glue that sticks to
my soul like frost
sticks to blue"
"Now I see a river
between two hues
Neither is cold
Neither is blue"
Point said to you
as you moved to
the point where
Point viewed the view
But try as you might
to spot Point's view
you were unable to
see through the veil of your view
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