Even in those simplest of moments,
something glorious comes,
but we are so blatantly unaware
of all that has just transpired.
Besieged, we try desperately
to envisage some sort of thought.
Distressed, we labour hard
to articulate what it is that has pierced us,
camouflaged as it is – a secret code
rendered within the lines of its own design.
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