Crimson Vision

Crimson clouds my vision

As he states
where I should go

Five feet-nine of absent
principle

Trainers,
bum-fluff

Intellect on tow

Reason
passes like a stranger

Intruding down his one-way
street

Respect... archaic
treminology

Integrity... but branded to his
feet

My universe is
obsolete

His...a rearward step in
time

Decades storm between
us

Drowning the sublime

Like a
defunct zip we loiter

Missing
correlation

Grinding teeth

Whilst
brimming fundamental forces

Vie equality
beneath

A viaduct, intrinsic

Is our
only saving grace

The eyes the
nose

Our common ground

Echoes in a
face

Like a TV less an aerial we
watch

The fizzing in our alienated
lands

Assam tea v's vodka
cordial

As ethics v demands

lex
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