COLOR AND THE LACK OF

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Submitted Date 12/11/2019
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The neon lights illuminate everything

Until it spills

Then, all the bugs, in awe, sucking at its glory, scramble for cover

 

Get me away from here honestly

I dream and imagine of riches belonging to an ancient hidden city

Only talked about in textbooks long forgotten and unused

 

The diverging hues, the swirls twinking in the eyes

Now a fix you crave

Becomes an illusion to see the other side of

It clouds your judgment

And the swirls, the diverging hues on the canvas give a large-than-life

impression

Your textbooks were wrong

 

You were wrong

Head buried in the sand

Not looking enough

 

Imagination has a expiration date

Painted in gold

 

Relics unpreserved, make way

The black hole opens up

And a vacuum will fill the void

Since God can't do it anymore

 

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