I have seen nothing.

It’s those moments in which you see something extraordinary
That you fully understand how little you have seen
How little you know.
When you see red for the first time
In a black and white world
The fruit of possibility breaks open
And drips juice down your chin.
Before this, there was only what was before
Now there is red.

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