​Sunday mornings

Light and sound 

Void
Cocoons of reverie
Pardon the ruse

A man, but a child
With a sudden twitch
Is seen through
A stranger’s Scarlet eyes

The familiar rush
Of blood to the head
Teaches light passages
To those with dead eyes

A “bang” demands notice
Like a servant amongst the sharks
Negatives take sides
Reality tears ensue

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