Odium Generis Humani

This…
Beautiful indifference
Burning bright
Pulling the blue sky

Keeping from all
Tired language
Narrow
A pulled psychology

Darkened robe
Flooded with reddened viscerally
From green topped walls
Nerves, affray, still standing

A feeling of dead; undead
Burning; blind
Left a long, lone signal
Wanderer.

V. M. Vindheim ©2012

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