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Have I trained

My mind to expect to see

What others don’t

Conquering confirmation bias

Or have I relied on

Pareidolia to much

Visions of what isn’t there

In order to succeed

Visions of what is there

That others do not see

Because of their own 

Assumptions of the world

Interpreting their surroundings 

In a false painting of reality

When others see gilded

Objects I see sin

When others see the

Untermensch I see

Pure humanity

Maybe even the purse

Strings of heaven loosened

Spilling forth a kaleidoscope

A fractal of such symmetry 

The unplanned symphony 

Of wind and platinum hanging

In a storm by a thread

My ego says I rely on love

To view the world

My lived experience suggests

I am lucky to have seen

The truth a few times

When others have missed it