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Jan 2015
Not about nations,
Not a melting ***,
Not multicultural,
Not about people,
    About a person.

All colour can be found in,
The absence of light akin,
to the black, the dark and the fear,
yes, the dark and
the fear.

Not just any dark, but the darkest.

They are separate
yet
found together,
Add wind and foul weather
and the
light just lets you see
the storm coming,
to play with your mind...a field of play?

So where is this going?
It is dark so you tell me.
There is light where you
are, but not around here,
not in this body,
even the thumbs
are black and have their
own pulse,
racing to leave for the light,
in the absence of,
where all colour is black.

Lose track of a loved one and you fear the worst,
the dark thoughts like water find the easiest path.
                                                           ­                            .
                                                               ­                        .
                                                               ­                        ....down,

All colour is black and the absence
of light is the dark, different roots
same result, especially in the corner
of a dark mind where the space is
painted with a fresh coat of black.

Just oozing,
sick of losing,
by fading lighter,
less black, less dark,
.......................leaves room for hope, more or less...
Ottar
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