A cascade of sights and sounds, I think.
Language fragmented and reorganized,
to make more acute what you feel
but do not grasp utterly, here and now.
One set of impressions leads to others.
A kaleidoscope of alternate explanations.
The seduction of the unexplained.
A mirror darkly through which you pass.
The secret passage you somehow missed.
A total beyond the sum of its parts,
defined in cosmology as invisible matter
and energy born of quirky fountains.
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