Heat of Friction

Colors concern time As of day Of season Feelings, Victories won and lost. This world is wonderful to those Who do not eat, love, or see With eyes Choosing instead to follow The metronome buried in the blackness Of the body, where we are all dark Because light cannot sink, And color isn’t matter. The shining of a heart doesn’t appear Out of the darkness as the morning sun Poking eyes abloom, But as the cat’s paw working A blind man’s face after climbing Atop his bed. In this darkness all is complete Regardless of the cracks and crevices A heart may hide. Love is a crooked angle, And a hole, And a divot, And a punctured circle No matter the color of pen. These are the lessons worth learning: Smile Say thank you I’m sorry I love you, without a “but”, For they are as complete as darkness Once you see.