lost in a world
a vivid vivisection
of dream kissed
reality in a storm
of passion’s fury

only to crash
headlong into a
stained glass window
concussed by the
mundanity in frame

was the light merely
a careful refraction
once picked apart
photon by photon
casts only lifeless shadows

or has the swarm of
dermestid beetles
finally consumed the
failing organs wheezing
a death knell to dream

i color outside of
the lines because the
blank space feels
a little too much
like a reflection of self

a frayed knot afraid
his is not anything
but a hazy silhouette
ruining the light show
cast through stained glass