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Burst of reason

Posted to Poetry




Blue on my wall,
looks natural as heaven
until I intensify
and use the vision
we so often forget

Is that white?
together with faint spots of black
neon as well, industrial light
in my dearest room

Stop lookin...easier said than done
The view is impossible, the smallest of worlds
is captured in colour

more fragments than an insect's eye
I start to fall, away from the sky
and its heaven...

There is even more,
too much to see
this cursed vision
is toying with my sanity