by Howard Good
Every day has become
something like crossing
the time zones of hell
a feeling of being sullenly
present in the world
and even then by proxy
when all I only want to see
is what might be seen
if my heart were a lantern
a red tree, blue horses, you
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Oh, I love this! And i can relate to it rther intensely, if i’m interpreting it correctly
The cumbersome monotony of our enforced reality, when there is something completely difffernt in the world when seen through an inner light?