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~ Insanity's Finely Etched Moments ~

~ Insanity's Finely Etched Moments ~

In these, the finely etched moments of morning
As though through a finely crafted,
Rose-colored, magnifying glass,
I am taken aback by the vividness in my mind
It appears otherworldly, as though morning itself
Had broken into a kaleidoscope
Of Nature's colors and insights
Leaving me gawking through a crack in the faƧade,
An apparition in the machine,
A heretofore undiscovered territory,
Where I had to consider my sanity
For surely, this was beyond my friend Abby Normal's
Gift for conjuring.
I forced myself to smile
At the extraordinary nature of it all,
I rang the local doctor and inquired
As a third party (of course),
To theĀ strange occurrences in the area of late
Only to find that mine was a singularly glaring case...

It is in these, the finely etched moments of morning
Where I am most frightened
Alone with my thoughts,
I am a man on the brink
Deep in the abyss,
Staring back at myself
And laughing,
AtĀ God's
Sick sense of humor..

Tony Taylor
*A Fiction!! A fiction my friends!! ~ smiles ?

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kay harris

Love this Your an amazing wonderful poet my friend, I love your inspiration and the joy you bring, Well done friend 5 stars.

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