Thinking Double

My wondrous spiffing spectacles
are bafflingly spectacular;
I chance upon a spectacle
no longer stuck a spectator!

The world’s no longer specious,
and windows wonder, specular.
For fitted with this spectroscope
I speculate four-nocular.

I watch all species speciate
In this new special rhyme of mine
And gaze upon specific drops
that drip behind time’s speckled slime.

On spectral nights a stressless sound
As specimens of souls abound,
Each speck of light a magical sight
my wondrous



Note: Thanks to Tumblr for that special slice of stress.

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