there is white
there is black
then there are humans
prying our way from between
trying to become one or the other
dancing in the grey
light and dark
we are stuck in this duality
searching searching for some unity
hoping the truth might grow out of me
but nothing will come from my stupid needs
I talk raindrops thinking about the sea
I think breeze knowing few can see
I breathe hope holding pounds of grief
I write words leaving out my crudest dreams
ending this is outside my reach
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