The sound comes easily
The song is elusive
The masses blare
makes many reclusive
In muzzled screams
or forgotten dreams
The parts in view
are never whole
and usually distorted
to fit a role
Backstage realms behind the set
Hole cards checked before the bet
Words in ink
away from meanings
A clever wink
to sway your leanings
Slight of hand
A grain of sand
Beyond all view
More than true
The abundance is there
behind the glare
So be aware,
beware,
or dare
to do more than stare
or just compare
and see the things so truly rare
things only silence may declare
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