Purple

You say your idols have all been monopolized
Because you’ve placed them on a pedestal
Easy pickings for the crows which fly above
And expect me to empathize
Your idols were white
Your crows are black
My crows are purple
As someone has inevitably painted them before me

Rebel against rebelling
Rebel against taking a hard stand
Move like honey on a summer day
Through time, joyously unnoticed
Accept into you the flaws of living creatures
and the perfection of matter, unconscious in hibernation
Let yourself be absorbed
In the long forgotten peace of acceptance

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