There's a painting in the bathroom,
Just inches above the urinal,
And all the solitude is intact,
Across the satin background,
The salty, sandy wasteland,
Two lonely trees stand in green exact.
Assumption
I must assume,
At some point soon,
There will not be,
Anymore room,
And the spider webs,
Inside my head,
Have nothing but cocoons.
Invino Veritas
5/14/13
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