Poem, Null Again
The sun was bright
but gray.
Poem tried to color a path into
some dream about King Arthur
a drunken Supreme Court Justice
was trying to escape,
but no color would take, the sun
he now realized, was only the idea of
the sun, the poem he was in
the idea of its light.
He tried to sing a path into the dream,
but his notes turned to snow
long before achieving sound,
and buried both the Justice
and the dream of King Arthur.
some dream about King Arthur
a drunken Supreme Court Justice
was trying to escape,
but no color would take, the sun
he now realized, was only the idea of
the sun, the poem he was in
the idea of its light.
He tried to sing a path into the dream,
but his notes turned to snow
long before achieving sound,
and buried both the Justice
and the dream of King Arthur.
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