Pure Actuality Poem by Keith Gaboury

Pure Actuality



plastic groom, plastic bride
stuck deep
in idealistic icing-
vows uttered though
only the hooves of
time can gallop pass
or trample

such divine
and interwined love
encompassed
in the dust
of grasshoppers
singing into a
black-scab night

as flashes wink
at two machines
dancing, evolving
humans sensing a
sensation of each
step connected
through never being
seperated in
pure actuality.

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