the light brightening-to-shadow,
gradating

what
can be done,
what
we call it,
when
humans color,
bleach and dye their body's
hair

if only
we could gradate,
gray-date,
our lives,
select the days
we graduate
when
where
the light dissipates into shadow,
bleaching and dying
our lives

when, where,
we could be the being,
the changeling,
dyeing the destiny of our designation*


why would we need poetry?