Primary colors
Etched out of black
scratchboard
Longings out of sight -
Peripheral vision blind
Rhythm out of rhythm
Rhyme within rhyme
Hanging midair
By a pendulum mental thread
Threadbare patches
Cover the distressed
Whole cloth
Agonizing, but sitting in
My comfortable chair
Only seven words
But conveying
So much.
Does ANY of that make sense?
In a weird mood...