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?