Red, as I walk down the path
to a place where a lie meets the truth;
The truth-deceitful reality
Framed thoughts flutter and retreat
Over and around
From the Statue of Liberty, green and full
of brokenness,
journeying to the banality of a math textbook;
life.
Encompassing fulfillment
"I am alive"
The stillness of the red sky envelops.
I dwell.
Taking me to the place of comfort-
The Break-it begins; streets swelling, wind
chasing
Red turns to cream
Cream.
The tears pouring down
in to
One cup-two souls
boiling over
"Heat is not mercy"
Mercy, not found but in One
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