The Motion in the Stillness, the Color in the Gray

A broken young heart bleeds tears that fade away.

Moments moving forward fine tune the the inner clock.

Curiosity calls Shaman, configurer of dreams.

Young bones call muscles to the battle on  that day.

 

A broken aging heart cries blood in spots that stay.

Eyes diverted, desperate, lose lifetimes in the shock.

Reels of loathsome patterns interpret loathsome themes.

The motion in the stillness, the color in the gray.

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