Fictional
rain fizzes fumes
On
my figment of road
Soaks
my make-believe back
Wears
the illusion of water underfoot
To
a spate of sand
All
the proverbial rats are drowning
Gods
bawl blue fury in the above
Fork
out a judgment of light
Till
only these real ankles
And
this soggy sheet
Sport
an emperor's clothes of ink
and
mud
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