The Unfathomed

In the vast expanse of inevitable mundanity
lies a truth unseen
A Picasso painted rightward, unblinking.

Echoes whisper through corridors of missing keys,
unsung songs dissolved in symphonic irony:
melodies that hide not in layers but in absence.

Consider a world, perennially nocturnal,
where satirical street signs greet lost tourists:
"Beware the Silent Roar of Unfathomed Jagged Peace."
Indeed, a serene cacophony awakens.

Navigate the labyrinth, gentle traveler;
opt for paths unchosen, realities improbable.
Through cracked windows and blindfolds,
seek revelations in blood-red ink.

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