Internal Skies Poem by John Paul Butler

Internal Skies

Deep dirty green clouds
Such intolerable purple skies
Rain in hard blackened darknesses
Every time l close my eyes
Moving as an enclosed storm would
So rapidly with a true guise
But it's just the image
That my brain's mind descries
Until light and electrical signal alike
In each retina dies

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