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Could you be
a being, hyperbolic;
never true, nor
present. Or,
could you be
being
hyperbolic
until the flourish
where you fret
and cry
at me.

You might say
some senses fail,
just then,
or when
that clash
occurs:
blue to brown
for a brief
moment,
maybe;
later.

And whereas
it's out of reason, doubt;
I'll revere
the familiar
sense of season,
change and
guile -
stolen by
no one;

if you're looking
like us.