Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 27

Hocus null set slink sways low decision—hiding near 
the objectivity flingings higher . Walken set
anyone's shadow.
Pet sledger records at the petting gone.
We are unpoliunpossessed. We’re
forever ferning a side,
unglimpseable but kinda blood and water.
I know what we almost know but I don’t know
how much knowledge in its absence is too little
data. A hidden agenda being
idea without now blindness.
That whoosh makes a
guh mooding sound.

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