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I float
I in indeterminate grey

whispers of thought and feeling
Swarm together
blurred unfocused
like monet's cathedral
nothing is definite
swatches of blue and grey
randomly sWirled together
in no precise form
create the illusion
of something concrete
I am a fog of wisps
ambiguous thoughts swished together
vague pastel suggestions
thickly muddled
no clarity no opinion only blurs
somewhere in the pea-soup
a dim form of a god
filled with sunday school benevolence
fades away
I numbly
float through the motions
of living
vaguely reaching
for a reality
that does not exist
it is an illusion
there is no cathedral

Robyn Quick

Karen Knecht

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