The Colorless

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/@plqml?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">@plqml // felipe pelaquim</a>&#160;on&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>So whisper monochrome, it&#8217;s like a prayeryou couldn&#8217;t bear to raise lest God insiston stripping even more, your breath laid barewithout the heart or muscle to resistthe days still destined: manic moments pass,a zoetrope of chemicals that burnyour neurons into ash and bones to glass,a fate from which no spirit could return &#8212;if spirit still you have. It dies away,even a perfect light will atrophywhere darkness doubles down, the dimming daywill crack at last &#8212; and even Heaven flees,the color bleeding out &#8212; and eyes go blind;you stumble for a miracle to find. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>