Can you explain
The scales that consecutively run
To those that cannot sense it.
Our vision that pales;
His, hers, and mine,
In the faces of sophists.
Then dewy inklings
Of feathered proofs lapse
By subsequent engineering
In uncounted droplets
On tympanic shields
From deciphers felt.
Breathless moments buried;
Dissonant reverberations
Diminishing;
Things I
Use to
Savor.
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