Variegated
So loved and so hated
The humble hubris of humans
He leans over the edge
To take the plunge and pledge
Metamorphosed to a numen
I confess to all the colors in his continuum
He is my meridian
And I'll follow him up & down
I don't believe in absolutes
But praise pied pulchritude
And he sews me with his sound
He holds up the sky
Blows under birds' wings so they fly
Brushed with crimson, golden, cerulean
And cruises hands-free on coruscant comets
Catching clouds and stars in trusty nets
At night as black as obsidian
