Hue

You would think
God would have made
A button for sleep
It’s so good
And I want now
Switch on or off
And drift
in the space of consciousness
But night doesn’t immediately become
Morn
Otherwise there would be
No beauty in sunrise
Whose idea was sunset?
All the hues
The blend of beautiful orange
Red yellow diving into
Black
Creeping
Likes waves crashing
Not off and then
On

The mixed, the blends of
skin
Not black and then
White
Love lust hate
All that’s
in between
We’d miss out if we chose to
stick to a side.

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