desparate hue

What is desperate is not the lack

It is that the edges of the fortunate 

And the edges of the unfortunate

Bleed together here,

Giving a desperate hue that when brushed

 reveals the depth of every soul

Within this mass of humanity

That non of us can escape

Yet no god dips their brush into that hue

To paint a landscape

That draws all back together

When did the graduated scales

Separate I from you, and you from I

Don’t you remember 

We were both dust

Sculpted in the image

 of the lesser gods

Their children spange for a sustenance

That the gods we create 

Disallow

This tempest rages in every heart

It’s why we don’t sleep at night

On the train at night

Everyone is scrounging up a place to sleep

As the hue drips from the palate of humanity

It drains down the gutter

Towards the river

Where it will be loved

And given back to the seas