Awaking to wonder
Awakening
To nothing other than
Brilliant colors
Scraping up hope
And preserving
It in jars
How is it possible
To go so far
While remaining
So scarred
We elevate
Our status
Then drink bottles
Of malice
Never a question
Never a quote
Never a quake
Strong enough
To jolt the fabric
The fabric of all
Being
The miniscule worries
Of Giants
Out of a desolate slumber
Out of a jar like no other
With only one color
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