It started out so small… nothing really;
A tiny irritation just beyond
My range of sight, and neither clear nor steady.
It wouldn’t go away and so I stared
Intently, my flustered mind unable
To make the slightest sense of it at all.
In time its pixels filled my field of view,
This tiny object grown grotesquely huge,
Its details now enlarged beyond all logic.
Obsession bred significance
Based only on its awkward size.
Imprinted now upon my mind,
I realize that pixilation
Is but vision poorly focused.
Perhaps some things should stay small after all.
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