And Every Single One of Them is True
A Contemplation
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I've seen every color visible.
Crimson as the angry Walgreen's clerk
forced to work
his coworker's shift on a Friday in the summer.
Bummer.
I hope he learned how to say no.
I've seen the healing pink lemonade glow
of a monk frozen on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Pink is a state of flow.
I've seen peacock blue in the narcissist
who parades his false perfection.
May he learn his hardest lesson
and give himself to self-reflection
and hope he's all done with the show.
I've seen hazel, basil and sage
in two vast mysteries in the mirror.
Autism and PTSD
and translucent tears that I hope
of hope glimmer.
I don't need diagnosis,
I recall the trauma
and self-medicate with marijuana and Oms.
I've seen restless, broken triple rainbows in the morning traffic oil
at a rainy bus-stop as a kid
and its cousin iridescence in bubbles
in the wind
Not every dark sadness is blue.
I've seen every color visible
and every single one of them is true.
About the Creator
Javier Almanza Monge
Sonic painter, word assembler.
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