my true colors
they say blues is troubles - this is a poem about me
my true colors are found
in the crisp blue-white light
glowing from the phone in my hand
the pixels
small dots of compounds
surrounded by a black mask
with a ping and a rattle it vibrates
and they take form in word and sound
and pictures so real can I feel you in my mind
they say blues is troubles, but this crisp blue-white light
lights up my life and flutters my heart
bring us together at the edge of thought and space and time
it’s where you and me intersect
my true colors are found in the crisp blue-white light
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