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mahayana
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all our colors
unable to focus
to the same point
in anemic dreams
:failure of sorts:
decreasing wavelengths
boil us in neutral liquid
secrets blanch
increasing wavelengths
plunging us back into ice
we're merely caught up
in a different refractive index
quite a complex & drab relationship
as all turns to grey
in this world we live
by universal ideas
fringes of color on boundaries
separating darkness and brightness
light focusing upon different positions
you feel differently
i live the difference
in waves of decreasing wisdom
floating hands reach out
as bodies turn they sway away
in ever increasing waves of intuition
im caught in between points of color
and ashen specks of buoyancy
i can no longer see you
even if i lived in black and white
id still have to abide by certain truths
images blur from brilliant to pale
finger tracing ashy moments in time
with remembrances of agents for soothing
i am without vibrancy
as bleached sentences conclude
i am without hue
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