Color Arrest
I was in love whenever color was arrested whenever color sat behind bars or in handcuffs Color on the chopping block getting tested Like that green grinding in my pockets and that red pumping I my vein .... or was that blue? The color purple hazing on the background TV screen in memories forgotten, unlived and obscene fighting the clarity needing it to bleed "what is your color?" I derided and... what could you possibly mean? unnoticed, unbearably clean... no sin to speak of.... nothing... what kind of color isn't arrested what must I do to clarify the misunderstanding?
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