Selective Lens
There are places, there are spaces
where the arrogant sun cannot see
with its glaring white light
and it declares
in the heavy poisoned pigments
of butterflies, they do not exist.
They are not real, and so only
in the minds of the multitudes
the caves, the cracks, the jewels
might slip by unnoticed.
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