This is your hand, this
outstretched open palm, offering, and so is this, your fist ready to strike and beat back the world.
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Did you know the ancient greeks
had no word for the color blue?
when my old classmates see each other in the supermarket
a bond stronger than that of typical alumni is between them there is a battlefield still on fire in their minds
Flashback we’re 4 and 15
Your birthday is today, 2 weeks before mine I grab your brightly wrapped present
A box of blocks
You pick it up and dump it out Sit down in front of the mountain and get to work
The child’s eyes, wide as the plates he was fed with, gazed upward to the sky,
viewing the stars, planets and numerous constellations, his imagination moving faster than any car or plane, faster
Walking down the streets of New York
Watching the city come to life Like a sparkling moon on a clear night
My green is your blue
Your blue is my green Colors do not hold a hue Not in the grand scheme of things Who's to say they saw the world Well who's view did you see? You see your own perception, dear Reflection off you to me Tumble down a river bed Blast off into space Ultraviolet rays of light Spectrum compensates |
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