That is what seen, before the naked eyes.
That is what seen, within a fragile effervesce.
Feelings are almost azimuthal.
Or instead too perpendicular.
It is proven wrong to seep information.
About feelings in plight.
A dilemma, that blare rejoinders.
Matters are not to be contrived solemnly, but subtly.
Problems are not to be eschewed recalcitrantly, but plausibly.
At long last colours obtrude the borders
Every cloud has a silver lining.