Invisible

Optical illusions
Cease to mean a thing
When light’s flung back
And yet nothing is seen.
What is waiting
Clear as day
Beyond the veil
Of separation.
There was never
Much to chance
Towards a stunning
Isolation.
All in a running
Desperation
To find the change,
But an empty disappointment
Is all that remains.

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