Bright blue green
The Sea is a silken cloth
Tossed around the shoulders of wealth.
Dark grey it is
A woolen charity
Scratching the shoulders of the poor.
When the color of rusted copper
It is a thick rubber mat
Rolled back at tapered
edges to reveal
The crags of earth
Thrusted up by misfortune
And sullied by time.
Like lead by moonlight
It is the pavement
We pound on,
Crumbling in some places
Smooth in others.
White hot and reflecting the sun
It is what we could be,
What we sometimes are.
The intense, pin point light.
Like glass it is
All the shades of
What we are,
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Bright blue green
The Sea is a silken cloth
Tossed around the shoulders of wealth.
Dark grey it is
A woolen charity
Scratching the shoulders of the poor.
When the color of rusted copper
It is a thick rubber mat
Rolled back at tapered
edges to reveal
The crags of earth
Thrusted up by misfortune
And sullied by time.
Like lead by moonlight
It is the pavement
We pound on,
Crumbling in some places
Smooth in others.
White hot and reflecting the sun
It is what we could be,
What we sometimes are.
The intense, pin point light.
Like glass it is
All the shades of
What we are,
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