Magpies flit verbose, chatter about
Red of her blouse, flounce
of her hair, intoxicant
air she exhales -- streaming radiant.
White light screams panic.
Grey limbo whispers unease.
Black shouts of demonic disease:
colour codes for survival;
frames built through sojourns in jails.
"Fade into the pale," waves on the wind.
Noise spins into tone, "One with the whole."
Play jacks in the yard every night
for the sake of pure soul.
so close-mouthed, the old
sages deified for
Life manifest aeons beyond
song or tv skit
ain't rhyme or reason,
each day assigned its season.
"To suffer is to share
comfort in some matterless common sphere."
flutters through Earthly air