Confusion

Good enough knows it doesn't see
an eighth of all that goes to sea
thus there can be no aware
no matter how hard one stares

Under 'ditions made to burn
callous feeling turns and to yearn
for the speeding down the street
wheels could go on to two feet

Whither wanting moat and fence
blocking entry and pretence
for the pair of opposites
facing up to fiery snits

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