Things I’ve never seen before
Posing questions who knows why
Ramblings and scramblings
Like distant sounds of passing by
Notes of music balancing
In crescendo’s strident shocks
Keys that search for something else
Unconcerned by what unlocks
On the lookout on a higher plane
For a coloured strain of streaks
Sending messages in ancient code
Now no other language speaks
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