Optically unscrutinized
reflective passages surmised
a glance, a look, a glimpse, a stare
the smith remarks, "there's something there
a stirring 'neath the twilight breach
with comprehensible discreet
elusive movements tributaries
cyphering the day's contrary
steeped sensations paunchy clout
prevarications clog the spout
while lucid quintessential lessons
boil it down to quartered sections
drawn before yet in advance
the intertidal storm's romance
the continent's variability
impersonates formulaic seas"
regaled.
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