see that man

its that man there

happy in his world
but lonely in his vines
his smile lights the room
but pains in his eyes

in a world of me me me
benevolent to the core
he listens instead
but shows no bore

that man over there
humane to the bone
but the banner of his vision
is waved by him alone

watch him and see
the man who fell
looking again
that man is me

dont be mistook
misguided or mislead
the man thats me
could be you as well

fear no love
love no war
right no left
hawk no dove

red no blue
black no white
tone no tint
wrong no right

stop no go
drop no lift
seek no hide
wind no drift

echo will respond
harvest to seed
bird will egg
and life will go on

red green blue
converge to white
reveal what's true
ever of spite

yellow red blue
diverge from white
expressed in color
received in grey
or the other way

yellow red blue
converge to black
yellow cyan magenta
follow suit

reflection refraction
doppler shift

wave and photon
linger the grift

belief is a box
open at the top
but still you stand

conscious like rocks
atoms like fear
lay tight
of change so
still you stand

aware the nuance of life
cannot be explained in one breath
so still you stand
... in the box

the choppers blades
unaware
the cleansing of color

twist in the wind
like the means of unfit mothers
champions
of unfounded snare

who's revolution
of her weighted intent
should be held to account
when justness is spent

the judges, juries
and executioners trail
hovering the bluster
as appellants flail

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the choppers blades
unaware
the cleansing of color....