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MAY 15, 2015

grey is the color of our sky with shocks of red
(shocks of red and also of vanilla)

i awoke to day without the help of an alarm
(your alarm went off but you slept through)

we are not an ‘us’ as some suppose, we are an ‘i’
(we display the sum of merging worlds)

grey is the color of our sky with shocks of insight
(suns like this, coerced, will not emerge)

we may wait for hours days or longer
(we may wait for long but we will wait)

the blue comes through.

look at how our sky is ever changing
(this sky we call our world won’t ever stop)

we are not the two we were before - we’re something bolder
(the clock of comfort thrill and angst beats through)

i awoke to skies much like the sleep i woke up from
(you were sleeping soundly by my side)