Slumber

It wasn't until I went to bed that I realised that the light of day beckoned its return, that orange glow that shined above, an ageless display, discernibly witnessed due to the earths magnetic field rejecting spectrums that reveal its true colour... white.

Reminiscent of the moon reflecting only the glory of that which shines upon it, where tones of the mouth slip from shallow tongues and lips bare no cohesion to rescind such banter, be it cognitive and or dissonant, truth falls short against such walls, walls of conditioned scrutiny.

As the rainbow arches, though circular from above, the spines of narrow minded fools also arch, circular like a snake coiled in the grass that strikes when being stepped upon by disconcerted travelers, where be the true colours of complacency... where be the true colours of complacency?