Of course you haven't seen me, nor spied between my eyes
What once was darkness and bound by truth, now cast down living lies.
These words used to come in swathes of blood and blues
Then the world did change and a life awash with colours not moods
This fairytale nonsense written here not far
Seems birdie in golf terms much better that par.
I no longer see violence in my everyday eye
It's the doom and solace that I struggle to try
To put into words and make dimensional by three
Because for me there is A Someone, a someone for me.
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