I don’t think I can even write.

My brains switched off
and I’m all good night...

Naught eye
says sorry.

No harm done.

No contribution contributed.

No metallic frame to scrutinize.

No aftermath of pollutions memory to ridicule,
or another’s to brutalize.

I think it’s just faux diamonds
reflecting in a vagrant ponds eyes…

A capturing gaze
that leads you to malaise…

What else could portray

(the beauty)

that goes *undisplayed...