What color fills this house
Fills this room, this world
From blue dome to green life
Many a hue this world holds
Now into the grand aether so vast
Limitlessness expanded as an eternal mast
As in the eye, so in the heavens
Color clusters furnish the black
Back in the atmosphere yet again
Blessed for choice
The inner voice pleads for guidance
Upon the canvas: What color ought I choose?
“Ought” has brought me thus far
“Should” would have me finish the task
“Can” is able to do the job
Do only that which shall last
About the Creator
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Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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