Bias, a subtle continuum,
A spectrum of views that defy us,
A rippled chaotic delirium,
A system of clues that belie us.
Bias is just an invention,
A barrier of luck to divide us.
A phantom born of misconceptions,
A journey that will always guide us.
Bias is an intermission,
A veil of obscuring reflection.
A key always seeking permission,
To open the door of redemption.
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