Two white, a blue, and brown
one day I’ll forget the combination
exchange the brown for blue.
Even now my mind becomes confused.
I do not know that it matters.
A blue pill
A brown pill, the white
I am reminded of a painting
a white bird in a bubble
floating under a petal by the rocks
Layer within layer
Always something
until Silence insists on Nothing
taking my medicine.
P Bralley.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
One Day
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