Cotton balls,
dipped in lead,
weighing down
on worn out roofs.
Smell of storm,
moistened lips,
hurrying steps
on fake fruit slabs.
Eyes transfixed
I watch that scene,
I sense a monster
watching me.
Blinking lids,
shiny eyes,
am I enthralled
or terrified?
The air explodes,
my heart restarts,
I'm the only madman,
who doesn't rush.
The ground is blue,
the sky gray-white,
It's reversed reality,
more than just art.
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