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Thursday, 22 August 2019

Holey wall.


Red topped an ever-grey backdrop
a bullseye marked, a prerequisite weak spot
keep hit count high, pressurised cracks appear atop
grey blames red, for the inevitable holey wall
yet red was grey before the lonely, bloody, fall.

Colour enlightened, enacts a canvas picturesque
to move frame by frame at incomprehensible speed
each damaging moment like a cigarette burn, show a reel change   
an eternal fire encased in the flickers, stuck, between the viewable scenes.