Cloudy Sight

Cloudy sight the windscreen wiper can’t clean

Glassy lights in flight to the outside of the frame

Cars that fly over seagull wings

Feathers that drench the unwary night walkers

Umbrellas that stop the water that falls from above,

but not that wich comes from the side

Faces that crease in anger

Shades that fade away

Red moon comes down from the green

A steely flash enters from the side

And inside, something gets crushed

Glassy lights in flight

Bloody flood wont rinse the misleading sight

My sins wont be forgiven

And inside, something gets dissipated

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L. Pulpdam