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Resounding out of the scope of our ability to see

Meanings and intentions drift like spectres

Making themselves known through cloaked means

I think they are things we know but don’t set free

They are the things we want to say

Held back by our inability to apply language

Yet they escape from doors we were unaware of

Though as our awareness grows

And the fog begins to dissolve

A realization might be found

By the knowledge we tried so hard to define