'I Can Be Technicolor' (Part 1/2)
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So, home has moved on from Kansas,
though the world is still Technicolor
and the moon remains my companion,
the serene eye that watches for
advent of a blood-soaked sunrise.

I spent the night knee-deep in a war
fought with balled paper
and unwritten words
on the nature of rain
and other remorse;
an unspoken discourse
on the color of forgiveness
with a backdrop and thrum of
the songs of dead singers.

'I Can Be Technicolor' (Part 2/2)

My eyes can be closed and wet;
my throat, quietly dry.
Waiting for the boundary of the world 
to show before I dissipate 
like video electro-static, then disappear, 
like a passerby - just another
grey stranger.

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Sometimes I am Tash, but also, not. It never gets any easier, and the grotesqueness of it is worsening.