A World on the Spectrum

Brown is a stale companion as it turns
yet the foundation for complexity
by which all eyes have in time grown to yearn.
Brown embraces those who fight desperately
to find the cosmos in this entropy
encouraging them to rise up and bloom
to take ownership of their destiny
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Red is a passionate lover that burns
with a terrifying ferocity
however with patience one will soon learn
the chaos of love is no enemy
what it takes it returns in ecstasy
find a place for the heart and give it room
let it find refuge in the revelry
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Green is the friend never given but earned
a destination built on empathy
divined from the expression of concern
and emboldened by generosity.
Green will break walls with its tenacity
upturning even the most concealed tomb
tragedies reduced in this necropsy;
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Colors come together in melody
the bouquet of life becoming perfume
our experiences in harmony
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Music Box

Disjointed limbs
sprawled about in darkness
pressed hard against a sullen mirror
as if anything can be seen here
             in darkness.
All potential lies beneath
locked away – boxed up – unseen
a forest of teeth
             dormant
                           unfed
                                        and waiting
             in darkness

The outside is gilded rococo
             feathered geometry
swimming like creamed coffee
the dissonance of naivety marbled
             in darkness

Lift the lid
             watch the darkness hide away
the limbs snap in place
the dancer takes the stage
             the teeth gnash and grind
                           but it sounds like music in the air

We dance until exhausted
until those teeth need to be fed again
and you look down at the silence
only to see your own image reflected
             in darkness.