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colors on the wall

changing by the hour

the place of the sun

the shade of tree and tower



splashed on by the roll of the tide

from some distant galaxy or way deep inside

pissed on or blessed from some rule of life

from who knows where, some place and time



we don't understand

we don't know when

and why you don't expect

the colors on the wall to be suddenly changed



i never have, but now i'm sure

when color seems soft, it suddenly gets hard

whenever a pinwheel, it suddenly a blackhole

and when it starts cracking, colors creep in

like vine crawling up a rusty old fence

morning glories

but surely winter is coming again

perhaps before afternoon begins



(perhaps it'll be that morning for years)



we don't understand

we don't know when

and why you don't expect

the colors on the wall to be suddenly changed

why we don't expect

the colors on the wall to be suddenly changed

is it because we relax?

or are caught up in the moment?

is it wrong to enjoy,

when we can't be saved by fear?

is there any balance,

and what is it?

that keeps us from getting burned

by the flame in us

reflecting colors on the wall

the colors on the wall suddenly change