Divine you exclaim. Naive the mind groans.
Fumble and bobble. Stare into...blank.
You want it to be so badly. How can it be so?
Yet you ponder how it fails. A residual like snails.
The bark on the trees. The shapes and forms.
Rattle the brain. Seize the mind.
Blink open the eyes and choke back those tears.
Strong is the game. Tho it's No Game At All.
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