desparate hue

what is desperate is not the lack

it is that the edges of the fortunate

and the edges of the unfortunate

bleed together here,

giving a desperate hue that when brushed

reveals the depth of every soul

within this mass of humanity that non of us can escape

yet no god dips their brush into that hue

to paint a landscape

that draws us all back together

when did the graduated scales

separate I from you, and you from I

don’t you remember

we were all dust once

sculpted in the image

of the lesser gods

their children spange for a sustenance

that the gods we create

disallow

this tempest rages in every heart

it’s why we don’t sleep at night

on the train at night

everyone is scrounging up a place to sleep

as the hue drips from the palette

it drains down the gutter

back down to the river

where it will be loved

and given back to the seas