Coming yet is the set of night,
the yellow of light
is traded grey.
Simple so it seems yet intricate
beyond any dream.
Explications searched,
and explications sought.
Dreamed,
and also bought.
10/29/10
Traded Grey
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I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA. View more posts
