Red Inside the Red
There are, there is, there once was, red inside the red
A doubt arose regarding that which is behind the walls
What lies between, below, above the objects olden clear
Structures must be more than surface tension purple
Designed on future's night, darker than the pink within
Red above the upper surface red clings on
All things being equal in between
Blue is in trouble when it sinks into the quicksands blue
That is all there is when brown dries out on olive black
On solid ground near by the rusty trees with deeper roots
To take hold of truth collapsed on gray and orange
Nearly unearthed by rainbow explosions taken out alarmed
The end could just as easily be green
Standing behind the stagnant walls
Red holds on to the bitter whatever
Whatever that might be
It is not yellow
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017
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