he spun hued words
of his world of black and white
and let it soar beyond the wall
to an impossibly
bright sky
colors were his daggers
he would often draw upon
his muted soul
joy would roll down his cheek
giving a hue to his gray face
what he was he was
life sparked in his eyes
the lips radiated that aura
of bonhomie
at this crestfallen world of sham
he couldn’t say a hello
let alone hold her hand
all he could do
was pour his heart out
on the wall
once I saw
a picture of Helix Nebula
that reminded me
of his infinite heart
which was all seeing even in deep waters
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