The grass is purple
the world agreed
I painted the Sun a tepid shade of blue
borrowed the yellow of the canary and gave it the rivers
the mountains capped their snow in pink...
and the world agreed...
But this is your story ma...
the one written from your womb
It must end where it began
the bright must give to shade
the swift to slow
the green leaves turn brown again
and I...
I must wind up in your womb again -
and you must die.
But the world?
the sky is still green, the grass purple, the Sun a tepid blue
the rivers flow yellow and the snow is pink...
and the world agrees.
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