One Minute Rhyme Untitled As Yet

I think sideways
up and down
back to front
the wrong way round
when I focus
the world’s unclear
white noise static
is all I hear
unless of course
my thoughts review
the sensations
that are born of you
then, it’s as a veil
lifts instantly
and each sense succumbs
to clarity

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