What struggle ’tis
To speak of tongues
In timely lieu
To o’erlook the motion
Denied but moves us still
A sparkle in your head
Having traced in longed for suns
Into still too shallow tides
And to bide thy refusal to
Wade will draft thee out to sea
To follow now explicit sun
’Til Caribbean waters do recede
Atop new city skylines
Contemplating atmosphere
And contemplating some sharpened shine
Longing for a mirror
Searing unto itself
Its impeccable intuition
And how quite blessedly austere
It is to seem or seam
Or then how quite chic
It merely is to timely seer
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