Geoff Foley


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

1 minutes to read

Flashes of scenery in reverse
Float past the underlying reality
Obscuring the truth below
With words strewn backwards
And each consciousness in its own
Silo of silence without a word said
As texts are read and monologues prepared
Carried along under another's power
For a time that is just
An allusion to an illusion