Cerulean
Sunday, April 12, 2015
crash(ing)
persistent patches of fog
combine with reality
to form unnatural smog.
soggy glaciers of the mind;
this present seems titanic
with no dim thing left behind.
wear
lint subtracts from fabric
everything unravels
whether slowly in sun
or from machines drastic
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