A triage of thought Stripped down to syllables Each character, each letter Every word Cataracts, in a doll's eyes Coded into dialects, diverging vernacular Duality intrinsic Stitch me together Yet I fault you For even trying Cataracts, in a doll's eyes Silhouettes, that destroy themselves Equally stalemated In the opposite direction And to this tower of babble I pay homage, To rape the senses. I fall short Into emulsion scratched Have a good look now (Bats) Because both sides match?