Tuesday, March 6, 2012


Listless Waiting... for black or white?

The vibrant crowd or the roaring silence?

On greys I feed, amidst the black and white.

The reds and yellows, blues and greens

The brightness of light, marching across my eyes

But I search for the grey, the dim twilight.

Search? I don’t know that word.

I walk – across the fields, beneath the trees

I see.

See? I don’t know that word.

I walk – beside the streams, the hulking rocks

Walk? Not me, I move...

Move? Wait? I know not.

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