Post-Modern Confusion
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Each curious eye betrays its bias.
There is no such thing as objectivity.
It wasn't always this way it seems,
In former times of wonder and oneness.
Today, everything is over-conceptualised
Innocence is now a crib of dry bones.
And there is no sense of stillness,
In this wild world of endless distractions.
This post - modern age is filled with
Shrieking notes that fracture glass.
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