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What imperceptible perplexities
Are always lingering in the depths
Of the mind, as the smoke
Of my cigarette whirls into the present
Heavens, these subtle things
Occur either seemingly with or without
Meaning, correlation, either corrupted
By blindness else riddled in endless
Speculations as to whether things be
ubiquitously relative, forever floundering
Like a fish who reacts to the dry land
Spontaneously knowing it belongs in water
The daughter of light drives me thru blur
The serenade of a million dancing princesses
The onslaught of demonic thought conflicts
The principles that are inflicted within humanity
Strife for absolition, yet nothing particular
Vexing visions are the sunglasses to existence
In which we hide
VEXATIOUS VISIONS, BATMAN!
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Peace, be still. Peace? I told you! Ebonics for right on righteous! Well said. "...ubiquitously relative" yes.