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Please do not hesitate to read the riveting poem that was written for this picture by:Riveted
To say that I was riveted would be
An understatement, for I could not take
My eyes away from all that I could see.
The world that went before was just a fake,
A muted dream of washed out colors, pale
Or monochrome, just two dimensions deep,
A flattened map, no space, no place, a jail
With movement strictures. Subtle jailors keep
Our movements small, our eyes diverted, thoughts
Ill-formed so that we think the lack is ours.
But now I see the sharp, the bright, the dots,
The blocks, the rise, the fall, the missing hours.
I make a promise to dimensions (three):
No dull, no flat, no lies, but real, and free.