From Moment to Moment

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I’ll fight for change – anarchy.

Sometimes I am red.

Flustered, confused, dazed.

Who are you – Who should I be?

Sometimes just orange.

Sun rising o’er me

listen to the joy of birds.

Now I am yellow.

Fresh grounded breathing;

one with earth – symbiosis.

Connected and green.

Waves crashing, clouds dark

an ocean – of emotion.

Sometimes I am blue.

In public, private

changing who I am – good, bad.

Purple is my guise.

Storm coming, roaring,

cascading, like slated fire.

Black night takes over.

Then there is nothing

and everything – bleached pale;

head: pallid ash – white.