When green met blue and the moon, things got real surreal teal.
I’m the shade
wandering your dreams
but pieces of me
stick to whomever
I deep delve
you may have seen me
silhouetted against your sky
in coldest February
howling green
with the blue frozen moon
a duet
to make colors run
and coyotes
cower in their dens
I am teal
a trickster
some know me as blue
others as green
in fact
I am not quite either
yet both
moon and I are friends
we run through your dreams
from room
to imaginary room
your whole world
close enough to touch
we eat a midnight lunch
embellished with foreign lands
seasoned by your thoughts
onion layered
your thoughts
are too heavy to hold
show mercy
peel back the layers
thin by thin
skin by skin
peel them
to the quivering quick
the blue-green quick
my thoughts
split deep
the bone-white lies
of morality plays
open for you to see
hope they’re not terrifying
in your sight
hope they do not
make you cry
hope they do not
make you blue
or green
as you peel back
all the layers
onioned thought layers
held firm
like a carapace
to which
I’m stitched
and welded
and can no more leave
than you can enter
they tie me down
sometimes
but sometimes
barely so
survivor that I am
the inescapable optimism
in my barebones grin
flashes teal
in the brittle moonlight
exposing forgotten creases
and clandestine gateways
to your mind
someone can learn
a thing or two tonight
if someone
will ignite the light
the real teal light
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