Streaks of
daunting white
chase me down in
the night
as I run thru red-blue fields.
My feet pound the Earth
stained violet
with seeping red
heels, looking to defy gravity
for a free flight to Venus.
There my name could be Iridescence,
smudging my purple feet
on it’s white surface
doing the foxtrot
as a mnemonic device.
Turning mistakes to shiny silver swords,
to defend those that
taught my black ass to fly.
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