inertia

Every day begins as gray

We move to divide and refract

for hue to wiggle through and live

(Even leaves know the blue of arrival

the passing away of red)

Colour is decay

All of us exist to fade

(I will remember you in a thousand shades

even if most of them are dead)

When nothing stays but light

and even that is eaten deep

at the heart of everything

(Oh what travesty)

Oh what joy

what a rainbow must surround

the black hole

at the center of the galaxy


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