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(Not 100% sure where I was going here. Possibly about how we examine and interpret the world through our own senses and mind. Yet, we can run into people who view things differently. Do we all share the same reality or do we live in a world where billions of realities are converging to make some kind of system?)
I view the world
With an invisible eye
The translator of my senses
Peeling every color
And shucking every layer
To find the truth of sight
Leaving me in wonder
If what I see is shared
Or if I watch my world alone
Legends of Windemere 
A very vivid depiction.
Sometimes I feel like I’m from a different planet when I talk to people who were born in this century or when I see movie adaptations of books I’ve read that totally change the characters and story while claiming they are “faithful” adaptations.
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Thanks. I feel like that a lot. More dimension than planet though.
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Your poem raises an excellent philosophical discussion point. How are we sure we see things the way others do. Is red the same from eye to eye. What if red to some is orange to others and visa versa. The discussion about planes of existence could go on for hours. How do we know we occupy the same plane at all times? Well no answers here. A super poem.
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Maybe we’re all just dreams of one person. So there’s only one real physical being here.
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That is something to think about.
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