One will remember what they were used for,
And can indentify them by sound!
That’s if they are ever found!
Unlike lost perspectives.
Once they are gone…
Forget it.
The only thing that is clearly understood then,
Is perplexity!
A web of entanglement,
Eventually losing its intrigue!
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