The one, who is unseen, can't be touched.
But being hidden in his shell,
He'll never see, what is behind it's walls,
Being restraied only by himself, keeping his eyes closed.
Once getting out he'll find, that what he's seen
Was only a mirage, the gloomy world of shadows,
Though he himself sometimes was shining through the valves,
Without waiting for the sunlight to compose the colours.
Having got out, facing spaces, where he has never been,
He understands, that what he saw inside his lovely house,
Was mostly artificial, indefinite were powers leading him.
Perl
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