Jostle - Breton

To save

Itself

From passing rays

To gauge

A sense

Of perfect phase

To stretch

A point

The depths

Of which

Were lost

The strands

The frame

The reverence

The scans

The waiting

Precedence

The speech

The form

The roads

I may have lost

To save

Itself

From passing rays

To gauge

A sense

Of perfect phase

To stretch

A point

The depths of which

Were lost

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the

Points that were made

It's vital these stacks

Of the forms

Be mislaid

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points

That were made

It's vital

These stacks

Of the forms

Be mislaid

Be mislaid

The strands

The frame

The reverence

The scans

The waiting

Precedence

The speech

The form

The roads

I may have lost

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Strain on your iris

And two thirds of skin

Kindly distracts

From the points

That were made

It's vital these stacks

Of the forms

Be mislaid

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

Marked out in high vis

To stay blended in

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