A Color-Shedding Shudder


I was a fractured past,
a fault line through the basic.
The earth shivered at such a cold inclusion.


An erosion of the everyday,
pepper in the wounds of a cliché,
the marriage of incompatible parts.


The collision of illusion and action,
a lucid dreamer basking in definition
before the poisonous sunrise.



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