A Feel

A feel of ugliness betrays the glamour
that they try to hold in time and space.
Gross reactions covered over
by another round of social grace.

Baseline - and the music dies away.
Caught within the offbeat, out of sync.
Every time they blink, the visions change.
Living particles are rearranged.

Moving at a speed that's warped.
Mind and manner brought up short.
Fighting off the toxic interactions.
Feeling biochemical reactions.

The fortress has warn down o'er time.
The rhythm never seems to rhyme.
Gloom, and then the church bells chime again.
In memory, a pristine moment bends into
another nightmare image.

The castle was left for too long undefended.
Haunted by the past, the ghosts remain.
Brown and garish water rings around
the stones that faltered and then fell.

As a feel of ugliness betrays the glamour
it once held in time and space.
Gross reactions leaking out to join
the toxic hazards. Social grace - the games
they played. The nightmares dreamt
their days away, at last...

? Michaelette ?

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