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mahayana
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fleeting synchronicities
catch my eyes
emotions ranging from black to white
in tents full of tints
and sedges full of shades
{a chase ensues}
neutral colors
consuming cadaverous dreams
together lost
in clouds of moody color
i remain i
even when inverted
and so i have no opposite
{past the tempestuous wheel}
let us weep in pigments
of cool & warm casts
as human eyes detect
our minute amounts
of saturation
i am my own opposite
in shades of grey
depicted in grisaille's nature
noise of randomness
in signs & symbols
connecting me to you
in consuming ashen dreams
{caught has been entangled}
in the strength & mystery
of charcoal smudges
willow burnt branches
sketch compositions
of life for those
that live
in monochromatic techniques
it wasn't meant to be that way
living a spectral life
full of corpselike moments
losing you over & over
both in dreams
and in my awakened state
but here I am now
awake
waiting for you in pallid tones
always waiting for you
always wasted
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