earl grey world
Devin P. Taing
in an ashen dream,
a conscious stream
flows
before the sun climbs,
before colors flood crimes
unknown
to the judgement of man,
as monochrome life began
away
and deep into the night,
where souls without light
stay.
mere scales & balances defined
grey characters and their outlines
without
giving them form nor face,
but lore devoid of time and place.
devout
still, somber and sulky as so,
in this grey world where we live alone,
shadows
are drawn by streetlights,
and apathetic figureless eyes
close
before dawn can shatter and break,
but having been broken, it can be remade.
a
single sip of tea pushes me,
further into the night, perhaps insanity,
what a curse or blessing, such anonymity.
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