After the Fall

White eyes reaching for the skies,
Powdered snow and bleeding nose,
White coats rejecting your ceiling strolls,
Powdered pills prescribed as solidified
Hell; with pretence on the canvas
We paint every day in solid light hues;
Darkness moves in the brightest of light,
Invisible selves roam in circles of eight
Behind closed curtains you sit and watch
The world spinning out of control; your
White eyes searching for a sunlit sky
With powdered winter snow, naked
And undiagnosed.ย 

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