Existing Between the Tones


Tonal and blatant, a victim to the blind.

Where is the color…so wise, so deep?

Where is the color…so kind?

I search for vibrant signs.

Bland and distant,

a pillaged village is what I find.

A river will rise and bergs of ice will sink.

Leaving in it’s wake…visions less distinct.

A sky so blue discolored by sight.

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