Plastic & Deceit

Drifting in what you say, a chord like resonance far away. I can hear it’s stark stance. The sad, sad droopy glance of you. The darkness you wear does not bear to the bright of your mind. I’ve gone blind! sharped, then oblique, like the poor weeping meek. Time is weak, trickery of the eye is all, when you blink you fall. And the jester that laughs, the dreamer that cries, both sit upon the spines of sentences, while blowing smoke like sighs, through chromatic images. This is time: The wall of vines, of slick moss, bricked in around you pay the cost on credit. Bad, corrupt credit... credit chaos is what plastic and deceit create. Innate, minds need to investigate truths.