Full Spectrum


A foundation, a bass

Beats in the corner, keeping

Time with such exacting precision

God is green

 

A rhythm, a cymbal

Interrupts the hypnotic throb, composing

Cadence and fidelity so effecting

God is blue

 

A tinkling, the keys

Reveal long buried landscapes, unlocking

Damp cellar doors even though

God is yellow

 

A chatter, a melody

Parallels in the discord, thwarting

Hoary, outdated division such that

God is red

 

A finale, a trumpet

Soars above the clouds, exonerating

Transgressors on a whim because

God isn’t white

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