Hours glide by on samey days
In swirls of reappearance
Where new is just a simile
Based on passing interference
In this house of going muddy slow
We prepare to change our views
A dash of colour or a knickknack bright
On twisted slopes of tilting skews
Once all effects and subtleties
Make new impressions in the air
We look once more for things to do
Lest we do little else but stare
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