Alternate Tint of LIFE

To the froth of clarity;
betwixt thy bubbles;
vivid swamp so pure;
sanely lost and obscure;
I dehydrate as the cure;
for in heat the cold is solaced;
the shy sky, obsolete;
lost far away the immaculate;
hovered into the obscene,
yet too late...


By:
The Beryl Ace