Old Imagination

 

Can you create a new reality based

on an old imagination that tends

to corrupt here and now?  Your life

was once seemingly, unbearably,

and incorrigibly suffered.

   

You were shelterless, forging walls

to hold out the harder views you pound

with blooded palms. The link fence

is so cold the hands hurt.

   

The realization seeps in through

the pores antagonizing the sweat

trying to get to air. Once locked

in, no one is ever going to get

you out.

   

allets

04-13-19

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