Visions Of The Blind

Your words were broken glass

Shattered  slices of light reflected, refracted

Into shades of grey and deepening black

Festooning the walls of our false celebration


Rainbows painted on retreating syllables

As the last rays of day

Embrace the sea

With painted longing


How beautiful

How fleeting

Is the sunset


In all those sharp contrasts of relative perception

A pervasive metaphor in a private hue

Glimpsed fleetingly and solitary

Whilst amid the pomp and ego



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