This Six Sentences piece was written for the Tuesday Title prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy.
Listening to the color of my mind has produced blackness on my face. I look for ashes to rain down upon myself, sackcloth to wear, but find neither plentiful in this happy, sunny, articulate void called twentieth century America. The azure coasts call my name in fairy tale pixie tones, and their wonderful blues seduce my heart, but succeed only for a moment. I make my own ears go tin and turn my heart away, for I want to be Jeremiah right now, wailing requiems for liberty, beauty, passion, people, and meaning in the neon concrete temple courtyards of this North American Israel. Listening to these golden azure songs will steal my feet away from the path of lament, never to return.
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