falling through endless colors,
heeding every soundless voice
my waking wish to see another...
drowning desire to only have a choice
you're there, you're gone
a caged bird sings
thrown into a maze of wormholes
my thoughts—
what are they?
—blur with shades of green
brilliant shades of unwanted treachery
confused, fuddled— what?
down another thread I sail,
soaking up beauty and filth
wanting to rip and tear at this dream,
this vivid prison—
I fight for control of my mind's eye
there you are. standing, beckoning to—
—what?
I fight, I reach, you blur, I fall...
but not down, only
into the green
where I feel warm,
vulnerable, and profoundly loved
through the web's fog, a whisper:
is it peace I find in these shades of green,
or is it you?
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