Misshapen
Every time you think you need to fill your mind's eye.
The astigmatisms are misshapen and left follows right.
A octave a slightly askewed.
A sharp is high and rude.
Fortune fountains explode empty then die,
Subconscience that's conscience and both Darkness and in Light.
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