Unconsummate… 

Here you are again
choking waves
rolling over every surface I am 
my light straining
dying today
drowning in realism
shutting my eyes half closed 
roaming blurred
out of focus
it’s an illusion
Or delusion
red halts me
with each view of you
you are a breathing painting
a masterpiece 
and I turn from the gallery
I haven’t the
consummate currency…

 

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