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Allusive

In "the fullness of time," the influx of influences climb to a trifling pitch. A smocked blindfold covered the stillborn ideas quashed by forceps trembling spoons chiming. . . but for Whom?   (Written in response to rosemarymint's Monday Melting's word list:  fullness, influx, trifling, smock, blindfold, stillborn,quash, chime, spoon, tremble  and linked up to OpenLinkNight at dverse poetry site)