Upon the Firmament of Hindsight

No rocket surgeon, nor brain scientist called upon but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer solicited as psychological mentor yes...undoubtedly countless decades removed since ***** (not very gay at all!) bodily changing phenomena from thine angst riddled biological metamorphosis allows me to peer with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen, via piercing overbear ring mailer daemons, when mine tender age did near cusp whence onset of puberty clapped development tight as if by a doppelganger mutineer warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry mine acute perception doth lear as threads got tightly woven into mine casual knitwear though pubescent phase wrought with oppressive foresight interwoven with jeer ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability to distill self actualization extant among interlinear teenage stage viewable during my youthful days, but clouded over asper mine more vivid perspective here from this present moment ha...amusing insight from present perch devoid of adolescent glare sire re: brill grade do lobes gleam freer, now with insight aye ear rate at such pitch 'ere perfect hindsight aye declare, yet as a much younger self when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious to perceive via sight and sound what social cues visceral, (visual, and audiological) seems crystal clear revisiting non verbal awkward teenage mutant ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare at the threshold of ear splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human (nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware interpersonal nuances clear as the tune Doris Day Que será, será did voice, a catchy air.