Its not blue or red or emotions
Not a personal allegiance or devotional attitude
Its not cerebral or sensory
Not a favourite or complimentary
It is on the house, thats worth mentioning
Speckles in black
Peaks through the cracks
Shifts with a mood
Gifts an inner view
Here one minute, oblivious next
A bellows that says i know more than i can express
A cry heard wholly
Met with suggestion
A path in no direction
Still endeavour to tread
Lightly and darkly and flat and sparkles and everything else sits here
Eyes open
Dont chase it
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