An Explanation?

On its face at first blush
It’s just crazy enough
If it were a lark it would fly

To be howling within
Round a ravenous sin
While the face is a whitewashed lie

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On its face at first blush
It’s not something you touch
It’s that something you taste with your eye

It’s more real to you
Than a stone in a shoe
As real as the self when you die

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On its face at first blush
The World is concussed
In the dark staggering blind

It followed a scent
Down the alley it went
And met what it had in Mind

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