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Ex nihilo: you, refusing to apologize

I wonder

if the world that your eyes violate and consume

withers

painted in the colorless color that comes

from mixing all colors

your color.

 

I have painted my room with you and now

it is nothing, no

nothing at all

 

I yawn and I tremble

 

Consequentially; therefore; thus; and so;

- as a result

the cracked walls speak of (but do not explain)

Sundays

thorned, tragic, unyielding;

sighs of futility writ large

 

You, on a Sunday

painting the world

in your color

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darbi-howe
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Oct 12, 2016
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