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Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Grey

Black is the state,
being, of my world;
elevated to grey by
another world named
Pharmacology -
applied vigorously
it brings blackness
to never-white
it brings pain
to numbness.

Numbness is grey
like translucency
applied over life;
like fog over rivers.
Such is like:
nerfed pain
a cracked window
haze and fog
scabbed wounds
a glazed painting.

Life isn't grey
But I see it thus
Elsewise black and
flowing blood-red.
Grey is far better:
Light is present
reflecting off waves
of deep black oceans,
seeping through
clouds of storms
impending and passed.

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