Like reincarnation,
The burning flowers
Bloom into my eyes-
Those wooden orbs
Which sink within the flesh of my face
Weighing down into my whole soul
Dulled by greyscale filter
But!
When these dry windowframes catch fire,
Hazy like my lungs,
I see again
All beauty of colour and light
Outside the planes of my own
Polarized reality
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