There is so much that is unseen,
Where concealment is in play.
Not knowing where to look;
All that is hidden, stays that way.
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Things that remain obscure,
Inside a story or a word,
Hidden in a subtle change,
Or something never heard.
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Hiding in a thought,
A gesture or a smile,
A simple case of absence,
Or through another’s guile.
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By lack of light or camouflage,
An idea destroyed,
Or buried deep within a heart,
With iniquity employed.
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Lost in a memory,
An embrace or a touch.
The fact that some things can’t be found,
Is ineffable, as such.
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So many things are out of view,
And no searching will this allay.
There comes a trite acceptance,
That things that are truly hidden,
Tend to stay that way.