Passing Clouds

Shut out all colour for a moment Concentrate to embrace its absence Now imagine if your existence was probable If you were simply a soundless cancer Just coursing beneath streetlights Until that spot of microdeath Blackened your blood Recall an earlier chapter of your life Upon which page were you last livid? Please probe this memory in depth Hurts doesn’t it? That’s the byproduct of animosity and fear Retreat! Allow the psychotic nature That is this awareness to dissolve For it is but a passing cloud