this is a yellow day
a green day
a sorry day
this is a proud day, this
is the first and the last
day, these are the last
moments crisp and fully
saturated, lost in livers,
erased like bitter bits,
these are days without
memories, released from
time's grip with strings
and feathers to catch
nightmares, we dream
our futures, dream them
like stories, deeply written
scratched into cores like
collective breath, like
rhythm without time, like
precognition, we emit
green light, we know
only green light,
we are dripping
in green light,
we never were
and we are forever
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