An Alias
It's happening again under an alias skyThe daylight is very bright but it is a ruse
Set to confuse the diagonal pitch of night
Obverse struck images echoing inside out impressions
Across a universe of silver pulsar screens
Nothing to see only everything pushed too close made blind
Ghost written underneath, no need to ask what or why
It's happening again under an alias sky
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-12-27 at 20:16
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