The Blind Optician
An optician broke his glasses
A crack across the lens
He cursed, “These now are useless!”
And threw them in a bin
“I’ll fashion me another pair.”
He thought and rubbed his eye
But when he finally opened them
His blindness realized
Without his broken glasses
He could not fashion new ones
The world a blur, he saw no cure
To rectify sensoriums
Reality turns fuzzy
When we discount all perception
Use what you have to improve flaws
Until you reach perfection
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