the inanity (part 3)


Then I saw a rusting color of hope
and rotting color of brotherly love

a bouquet of harrowing hues of the childhood fears
and hidden gemstones of unstoppable lust

hazy hues of desperate days
anxious shades of the vapid nights

then the thick red of an imminent present
and matching color of an imminent past

marching colors of collective idiocy
and some violent hues of a folly

then I saw the Voice of Thin Silence.

Once I met a blind man
he lived his life in colors.


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