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When the crash course of gaining perspective

Sweeps in with the force of flaming invective

And lights up the source of the plainly subjective:

The big Trojan Horse of frame and objective

Assumptions reveal their vanishing spaces

As shimmering fields of blinding oases

And leave you to kneel there, searching for traces

See how it feels back in homeostasis

You hobble about, been kicked in the shin

You just want to shout, but you keep it all in

Cause you know you’ve committed a prideful sin

You’d never admit it but you wanted to win

And then all the demonsremaining unchecked

Parade with the formerly circumspect

The versions consistently nearly correct

In spite of the meddlesome intellect

But time does dispel all that whimsy invokes

Revelations are bells that resound at a stroke

So treat yourself well, unshoulder the yoke

Learn to laugh at yourself, get in on the joke.