Listenering,
Hands woven over my face
Like a totem pole knot,
Burning black:
Burning dark.
Burning blue
Furtive, looking but not looking.
The sun is shining again.
Itself, burning;
yellow, slow and fast.
Ohhhhm...
Radiating,
But I don't know if it is
To attract,
Or to keep all away.
It is half, one to another:
Some would come near,
Others, most certainly repelled.
For we are all burning,
Consumed by the colors of our hearts.
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