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Eight minutes to race from sun to ocean. Refracted from blue, scintillate prism. Disperses, dazzles the vision. But wonder who
catches glint, scent in faint traces. Light, sound, smell each have their places. Noticed, like a shot I slipped, sought. Snapped, devoured—away I went.
A poem for Finn, Noun #47 from nouns.wtf. Not affiliated with nouns.wtf. Big thanks to SharkDao for funding this piece.
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FINN: A Poem for Noun #47
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FINN
Eight minutes to race from sun to ocean. Refracted from blue, scintillate prism. Disperses, dazzles the vision. But wonder who
catches glint, scent in faint traces. Light, sound, smell each have their places. Noticed, like a shot I slipped, sought. Snapped, devoured—away I went.
A poem for Finn, Noun #47 from nouns.wtf. Not affiliated with nouns.wtf. Big thanks to SharkDao for funding this piece.
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