Probing A Vein

The walls are plastic
The mirrors are too
Something fantastic
Like a wormhole screw

Windows are rattling
'They melt in the sun
The tales are tattling
Nothing has begun

Realities subjective
Display an inverse skein
Spectral shadows selective
Needles probing a vein



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-11-07 at 22:38

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