Needlepointing Out The Obvious

I am not the one who lights the matches; I draw attention to the moment the matches are lit. Intentionally ignoring me after seeing me is like driving a needle through your eye to avoid a crash that you can see coming. I wonder why it does not feel this way. Anisthetic? But who would benefit from administering such a numbing agent? Would you imagine it to be one and the same as the one orchestrating the crash, the one who does not want you to see the flash from the match's first strike? Alas, as many will say, you'll "cross that bridge when you get to it." At least that's half true.

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