It's all black and white and grey
Staccato Buzzing, twitching, intruding, Like a bug zinging into your ear, deliberate. Who's the king of the mountain? Whose screams unsettle the furthest realm? Advocating for justice for power for truth, It's all black and white and grey Muddled Well-intended misconceptions ripe with tension simmer and explode. Rubber popper toys, the lot of us. Who will hear the steady hum? Who will heed the hymn so unadorned? It's all black and white and grey Then the socket sparks, We've got full color - It's not easier now, not always more clear, But we've heard the hum Caught a glimpse of deeper reality O wonder The melee continues, taunting, daunting The hum remains, unchanging, inviting The purest notes Timeless melody Who dares listen? Who dares sing? O sing and dance you hearers! Sing and dance and mourn. The hymn remains, unchanging, inviting Amidst the strife, amidst the storms. Comments are closed.
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