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
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
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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