Pulled To A Chronic Room

Empty jump-seat, the absence of
a legroom; a crazy set-up of
gothic lanterns, scattered in
a private room. The eyesight
of one normal man, reduced to
some degree, where the borderline
to blindness hasn’t failed to fly.

 

2018

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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