Double vision

Dark poet hardly blooms casual verses
Except as triumph of fate and purblind
Casualty like sun and moon happening.

A young man has double vision trouble.
Dark poet chuckles in a private boudoir,
His sun and moon chuckling a  casualty.

Everything is such casualty like unhope,
A casual process of a systematic reverse
Of hope ,springing not causally in heart.

Your pain in the butt is a random thing
And no god chuckles in private triumph.
Don’t you put blame at some one’s door.

Double vision is meant to confuse eyes,
Not a causal phenomenon but casualty.
Shit can hit anybody, anytime, any nose.

(The words Unhope and Unbloom occur in Thomas Hardy’s unhappy poems In Tenebris and Hap respectively)

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