Of what amusemeant?
think, think, think
of Moon and Earth
Clashed on one thin-air reflection
Them eyes wide open
In the stream of quicksilver minds
Melt, candescence and run
The doubt lurks in the crucible
Hurtling ideality to white heat
Wafting over delusion's sensory
Nerve strains hard to trap each perceivables
Hands-up ears & soul's flip-flop teeth
A mute whispers
Whatever trial sings
of patience & belief
Nullified is Doubt
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