Sensorial Myopia
Speak if you must in wild card fling,
Each surge now shows how harsh pun cites;
Note crude blind trust as flashback springs,
Streaks of vain flow greet fragile bites;
Obsess the grain of hollow mood,
Rush of fire then swallows all;
Ignite the strain that burns dry wood,
Attest just when strange crackles call;
Life myopic is but a choice.
Meet vague etchings in fate most vain,
Yield dystopic worn jaded poise;
Old line sketching forfeits complaint,
Pique of pride swells an empty mind;
Ink stains now tell of heart most blind,
Apt flavours dwell in moments kind.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2018
Singapore
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