The vagueness that engulfs us all
It is, that, sudden stabbing jolt
Which sharpens our reality
The pin prick behind the ear
Its in the face of one wondering near
A distorted appellation of being
It is, that, rapid rousing of our reason
Spilling through the force of our fear
We sift through the blankets of winters dew
To cold to think, and cast me my view
Go forth into the haziness wondering
From the season, something foddering
Written in times glue
So totally without a clue
From the haziness of the vagueness
As it all sifts through.
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