there is a voice
in the air tonight
denser than
the evening fog
music lies between
each dark step
in this sad little town
called the world
i have no solving words
for the open chaos
nor a paint
bright enough
to cover
the wilderness
i cannot separate
personal fury
with white walls
when
lonely is this town
and
virgin is not yet
a colour











or perhaps it's only 'cause I must have been blue. Gorgeous & profound, m'Dear. Good luck in Nic's contest, Sweetie.
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