If you got it right,
your children are primary colors,
blue, red, yellow, mine.
You don’t color
the sun blue,
the ocean red,
blood yellow.
That goads, nettles Nature,
angers that Mother.
They leave and come home, leave and come home.
Blue joys.
Red hurts.
Yellow needs.
Blue hurts.
Red needs.
Yellow joys.
Blue needs.
Red joys.
Yellow hurts.
You set up the canvas before you.
You paint the sun yellow,
the ocean blue,
blood red.
As you age,
primary.
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