each figment
with a blink of conception,
balm to the ego
whipped cream without milk
chocolate without cocoa
cotton candy,
grains of sand lapped
by momentary waves
touching textures,
smooth plastics and metalic shards
scrutiny bursts the bubble
facsimilies of view
and fantasies of blue
still, roses are red
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Complex imagery, important metaphors, great feel.