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.