Poem by: J Christopher Bartley
Behind sunglasses -
I stare at the sound of crashing waves.
Mescaline Eyes - Clarity.
Toes dig deep into burning sands.
A dog in the surf - animated -
Becomes God playing with child.
Radiant Sky streaked in golden strands of Apollo.
Clouds - touched by Midas.
Majestic Glory of Heaven.
Tangible in brilliant Technicolor.
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