[Not really anywhere at all, but color is pale]
The worst pain is a lack of feeling.
In the interest of time and space
I abdicate myself, watching dry paint wet
And balk at the principle of action
Stomach Pains (Q. 5)
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[Not really anywhere at all, but color is pale]
The worst pain is a lack of feeling.
In the interest of time and space
I abdicate myself, watching dry paint wet
And balk at the principle of action
A short form of poetry using a setting and a quatrain, coined by https://spectrous.wordpress.com/
[In a fugue at the crossroad of tomorrow]
Virulent madness never sleeps
And on return repeating
Light of god beyond shut eyes
That dreams but never rests