Chlorine
Transparent blue where numb limbs dance,
Stringless, free, levitating hands.
Small fish in a small pond,
Ripples a purposeless body along.
Purposeless but stable with a means,
But blinded by the ponds chlorine.
Sightless by stinging chlorine,
Sightless by impractical dreams.
What distorted chlorine eyes see,
A blue sky where the sun will never be.
Hot air dreams will rise,
Doubters say get the chlorine out your eyes.
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