in the state of violet i breath

weathering the truth..of my day...my way

somehow so profound   to find color

through the film of natural awearness of self

motionless yet still to find myself there

in the deepth of yellow no more waving true

to find among thee no blue...no spell

just as well

a mark of truth....a tatooed youth

a soulfull glance at 30 i stare

ready to get there now i'm aware

i've grown too seven feet to be quiet right

the pavement melts my heart grown through

green right up credits roll

do you know the height of plain sight

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