in the absence of an eye;
for we are countless possibilities,
no more than waves of uncertainties.
For things as they appear,
are just specks of what they truly are,
for as soon as you see them,
you have limited their infinite quality.
what is real then, and what is not?
In the presence of a conscious observer,
would you dare turn to look and see,
if to see is to limit such existence?
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