Sight

alsimmons

Oblivious, we stare into the studded abyss fragment fractals,

Blinded by death and mesmerized by pleasure.

 

Some yearn to see their glow, but fashion veil their sight of

Nova while some train in dogmatic persuasion to be holy

Soldiers.

 

We stare at “Starry Night” and praise the artist, unable to

Picture we are Van Gogh…

 

Each breath a stroke of the brush.

 

  • Author: alsimmons (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2021 01:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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