Something to wonder, how to handle! Claiming what meant to deny, Those who can't see, don't ask either: "How scarce it is!?" Lightly, though it does tread on the same temporal ground. -I'm on! Blind for an eye to steer At hands, as also over the glass table fragments of frittering times, diminishing chronometers that balance double-sided pictures, which they weld The Micro and the Macro, the elf, and what's giant; A suspended timetable on wall-less shelves boxes, where thick paper pours down with illuminating derivative glass, parallel faces... And..., bursts into chain inevitable axes -We're to boast our reaction, competent to somehow similar matrixes.
Scale Fixing 