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 Faculty Of The Mind: By Michael Ssemakula

My Color wire-maze


I sit here thinking in whites and blues
Rising up and down; fading into colorlessness
The water rests and concurs with my deliberations

Salt glides into milk and the flavor rhymes like yellow butter
Red wine cleans my heart; spinning into pure golden feelings,
As if ironing out my worries and running distilled pink blood.
And the events lured me into sipping a glass of orange juice

The dust tried to reach out to the heavens; soliciting for rain
Constantly on behalf of the shrubbery flourishing in rainbow hues
It settles on the green pastures all over to grow a brown coating

Grey feelings mix up with black to pave any possible concoctions
Chancing around on earth, to avail creaming the out-comings of;
The likes of burgundy, beige, and teal that may have a blooming
Silver chance to exhale anywhere in this eye-catching universe

The Priest arrived at the celebration to mark the art of life
Adorned in purple apparels, emerald socks and maroon crown
How wonderful colors can be when embedded in righteousness
The rest of us were moved by the multihued sermon presented
And were compelled to utter…our faithful Amen and Amen

I still sit here with my imaginations flying in unknown colors







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