Obfuscated and beyond comprehension,
In time with the elements.
Knowing what the moves are. Possibly, what they’re not.
Start to doubt the truth of it. But, it’s real, nonetheless.
Immense, then all-around tragic.
In rhythm, emboldened with words of
Clarity. As such, they call me to the front of this decibel.
Realize that none of it may…