Temporal Myopia

I’ll tell you what my fancy strikes: 
A girl with substance overcome 
Her mood -- a fleeting change of stripes. 
Her wink coquettish overdone,
Her gait erratic, drawing eights
While trace from wide to thin gradates 
In snow, where crystals intertwine, 
Then part and later recombine.

Mnemosyne will loose the spar
With temporal myopia.
The only glasses she’ll adjust
Will further distance mist from mast.
Displaced are crystals with LCs
And “snow” is bound to displays,
And all is drowned in static seas,
And dust is held by cathode rays.

Author's Note

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