I used to believe that comprehension began right there;
that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility.
Every time a picture offers a thousand words, they claim the first to know;
and if it were not through them, how would we fall for the beauty of a look?
Then I learned that deception was easiest to enter thereabout;
that the pair I’ve had might lie, at times like when they suggest the bigness of near and smallness of far.
When a picture offers a thousand words, they may be the first to be deceived;
and if it were not through them, why have many hearts ached at the tyranny of the skin deep?
Poem by Sukasah Syahdan
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