Colour Blind
Flickering light,
the piercing of fluorescence every time
the dark becomes light.
Lying and waiting
for the next flash of dullness
Thinking about the absurdity of colour
when the world forces
this black and white resolution.
But it remains so that we can see
clearly between right and wrong.
Until another factor obstructs the view
and sentiment arrives.
The plague of colour infests our judgment,
hurling the simple world into disrepute.
The only solution is to stay;
with black and white comes peace.
Residing within this bland existence -
at least I am safe.
13-Jul-2005
Copyright © Kaelan Fox | Year Posted 2016
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