Vision

by

Thomas Granger

Twisted, thorny bristles carved from oily, timeless rifts
The broken side is underneath the smile
I reassure myself with those self-indulging gifts
That may just hold me over for awhile

Aspirate dreams of conquest stay rapped up within your spell
Entering dimensions still untold
Locked up within my life, I do mean to mean you well
So I feel there is something there to hold

Composed of brittle crystals, tempered, carbon, stainless steel
Fashioned into razor, sharpened swords
Severing the fibres, truer smoothness made to feel
Attracting the mosquitoes by the hoards

Base my feeble judgement on the past of lies I've lead
Making my decisions as I go
Unseen by my real feelings, "is it something that I've said'?
Telling you that I don't really know

Driven by the process, time is slowly winding down
To the very bottom of the page
Turning up right here, looking for the proper noun
Hoping this will end another stage

NEXT?
Why don't you look at You Who Give Nasty Comments
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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