He was a Classic Analytic
he was a classic analytic
logic overruled his feelings
he put every thought into a box
wanted symmetry in his life
his home was full of squares and circles
he refused to acknowledge stars, streaks or bumps
preferred tan, gray and black to bright colors
surrounded by neatly filed papers and people
never noticed chameleons, or shapeshifters
content with a grayscale life
never enthusiastic or excited
bland, boring and blah
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