And we breathe
With forced inhalation
this invisible glameaur,
we live on false pretenses.
This untruth that we exhale
To all who will listen
Shades our lives colors
Such as beige or mauve,
As in-between as we prove to be.
Though our sleeping vigilant thoughts
Reign on in stormy black & white,
We realise technicolor shadows remain
As we wake
In periodic night sweats.
emma
9/01