This life turned insipid in color before I even noticed.
The sunlight refracted through the lenses of this world;
refracted and turned insipid before I even knew.
Great clarity of memory intermixed
with the implacable rolling of time
has bred a vision of impeccable despair.
The irradiation that warms my prostrate body
engenders the thought-warping of my mind.
Light and time; distance and silence:
My running-through by this warm Sunday sun.
M.M.
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