BeholdA Poem by SwordfishGod is something he cannot truly grasp. In catching glimpses of the sun, one can see that it's round and emits an infinity of oranges, yellows and reds. This would lend to a belief of its nature and supposed character but the fact remains; it cannot be wholly beheld. It's overwhelming to the eye and requires fabricated tools for observation. Therefore his finding is limited by his fabrication. It was never naturally given to him, the power to behold. © 2015 Swordfish |
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