A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.
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AIM

Seek between that quantum narrow, 
Aim unseen by white of eye, 
Your target, one with flight of arrow, 
Centred in I am, am I.

FLIGHT

Loosed from mighty archer's bow
Time to come and long ago
The force of an arrow 
That cannot fly,
Yet so slender, 
One hair 
Of never to be,
As pared from this narrow 
All that is nigh.