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  Aug 6 Carlo C Gomez
Ayla Grey
I know I can't help them
So why do you try
Why do you spend hours
Awake at night

Why do you tremble
Why do you scream
The pain isn't yours
It's not what it seems

You stand there alone
Starfish in hand
You try and and throw far
But it stays on the land

Your arm becomes sore
Your heart becomes tired
Even your conscious
Is no longer wired

You're breaking alone
Deathbeds begun
But everything's worth it
If I can save one
Inspiration from the story of the starfish. If you've never read it I highly recommend:

https://www.thestarfishchange.org/starfish-tale
to merge, equate, blend to send
a misguided equality in which
there is no equity truly, but a
notion that what I see is my truth,
& what you see, well, you imagine it,
to be truly…too

neither black or white deemed colors, (1),
yet we con~flate them to be so, naming
them all colors, or the color of light,
which changes unceasingly, ergo, again,
all colors

upon a moments thought, conflating is:
no matter what you perceive, always believe
it is all colors

of conflated equanimity
<>
off to bed
until the nighttime sheds mev its whispered words and cries
soto voce, write it wright it right it!
11:10pm Tues Aug 5
(1)
In the realm of physics, black and white are not typically considered colors. White is the presence of all colors of light, while black is the absence of light. However, in art and design, they are often treated as colors, particularly when discussing pigments or shades.
i may like to have an exhibition,

of my small and useless things,

i make, which utterley

have no importance whatsoever.



probably a complete

waste of time,

in some minds, however

i should like to

arrange them

in some small room,

with dust

and motes that fly

in the sun’s beams.



you could scratchit there.
Life is challenging.
First they give a name to you,
then take it away.
Because your truths don't align.
With what's written on a sign.
Calm and soundless  
         the escapes of a beautiful scenery
                                      dormant as the Pharaoh's daughter
by the early morning dawn !

Cool starlit darkness, landscapes of subtle colors,
                                         in the softest light ...
  Sky slowly transitions
                    from deep blue to hues of pink,
                                               orange  *
                                                       ­ gold *
The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dry earth
                          to your nostrils, one grain of sand at a time
                                  There is a hint of blooming desert
and like flowers it falls on you, like a long awaited rainfall (inhale)  
                                                 Evening arrives,
the dreamer,
                                 lost in a desert dream
arrives at dusk's door
Looping colors such terracotta and rustic brown
                                  Closer to the Nile the heart seeks and searches
Sacred rivers flow inside the dreamers mind,
                          soft winds blow,
and all is set,
                                      AGLOW !!!
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