sunlight and insanity

obscene.

communal forester house; windowsill.

pallidly smoking in the sunshine with aspen behind.

as if to find validity

in this picket fence dandelion dance.

lone crow.

Head recovered from earlier mess,

when you thought life lacked lustre.

Now you are perpetually burnt

by rays and microcellular smoke.

You cannot tell if life is a joke;

this chasing of dreams, depleting resources.

 

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