Day 7: Write a poem based around one color.
Awake is a place beyond
the gray tips of my dead fingers,
behind the starry silhouettes
of her solemn gray eyes,
shimmering with something
just less than anticipation.
To the moon, Alice,
that lifeless gray sphere
blinking hopelessly
in the vacuum, a pulse
of slow, dark gray energy
ringing out like a singularity's
last call, violent, but clean.
A precision strike, straight
to the gray home of emotion.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Elzhi, Detroit State of Mind
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