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Moving coloured in 
a too dark world 
through the dingy corridors 
of cigarette stained minds. 
Heated balloons of ambition 
have been instructed 
to ignore the state of soul. 
Focus instead on ambition 
and loss of self-control. 
Damp soap of cleanliness 
constructing 
internal situations 
that are slipped by 
the censors of the 
un-desired. 
Flags at half mast 
for the death of 
the art. Format 
replacing expression 
in a too dank scene 
of 
unblemished hypocrisy. 
Moving coloured in 
a too lost zone 
where lizards gather to 
lick the eyes of the dead 
who have suffered not 
in body but in mind. 
Voices bleeping out 
the words they do not 
want to acknowledge. 
Preference given to 
deceits that are than 
wrapped in pretty paper 
and pandered to the masses 
as words of wisdom. 
Fulfilment becomes 
acceptance. The lies 
of conformity become 
the religion of the people. 
And somewhere, far from 
the dark begging is a coloured 
end that someone else will 
need to define.Myself, 
I am not worthy to 
describe the emptiness that 
blanks out the jumping 
reptiles of disguise. 
In full view of every 
camera the picture 
reveals 
the tremors flashing 
forth from inside. 
Moving coloured in a 
too un-assembled mind 
forsaking every adventure 
conforming instead 
to the rejection of 
the heart. 
Somewhere else becomes 
the method of existing 
and what is left 
but to deny the 
panorama of desire.