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Saturation

 


Unmoved by drama or the news
he slouches on his soft settee
anaesthetised by excess.

His mind floats off
chasing a fluff of thought
and the thread disentangles
in phosphor fluorescence.

Blinking back ..
bloated bodies in the sand
flies walking eyes
familiar gunfire
in soundtrack angst.

He drifts into a puff of smoke
a broken wisp of sky
the cherry tree outside
weeping leaves.

 

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