I call it "Flicker"
when I am but deafened by the onslaught
and straining for the whisper others hear.
As random as rose perfume
whilst standing 10 feet from a diverse garden
trying to magic a mass gc and a condenser out of the ether
to test my hypothesi
for the Mystery is there
but the sensors still imperfect
and the information illusive, inconsistant
dancing in the magic