It cycles between its pink
nascency and purplish age.
The same ambivalent yellow
as yesterday, today.
(It says something.)
That we are a consequence:
An echo, a shadow, a chill?
From loud words, night lights,
or an unsettling question of
our inconsequential and silent
stardust existence?
(It says Nothing.)
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 8:40 AM UTC
It cycles between its pink
nascency and purplish age.
The same ambivalent yellow
as yesterday, today.
(It says something.)
That we are a consequence:
An echo, a shadow, a chill?
From loud words, night lights,
or an unsettling question of
our inconsequential and silent
stardust existence?
(It says Nothing.)
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