February 4th; Anomaly


A Psychodelic anomaly.
reaching for the stars
that skip along our skin,
leaving terrible scars
from bites again and again,
dances behind anxious eyes.
You can't see me
standing still in the light.
Clouds shift in the skies,
and I still elude your watch.
Colors dissolve in your mind
while I traverse mirrors
that line the walls
of watermelon rhine.
Eating away at every inch
makes for little resistance.
And the ice grows closer
to the sun with no regard
to its burning grin
that pleases our shoulders
and the back of our necks
bending over hard
to work even harder
for one more taste of
A Psychodelic anomaly.

The End

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