a fast one

I'd love to stay beyond, and beneath,
with sun above my eyes, and rain under my skin
reality in green,
a perfect match for irrevocably driven stiff...
presuming to sit in judgment on life itself,
nothing is what they seem.
The windowpane was covered with steam,
I catch myself amazed, while the water paved what remains...
Like a convent despoiled by stitches of scarlets
Excruciation ends
resistance failed again...
nothing here, is yours;
nothing here breathes.



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