Even grey has shades.
Gray shades stirring…stirring
Churning sands of
granite and feldspar
Run between the fingers
Coarse and crystalline
They make their own
mischief
These dancing hippies
Elemental, fundamental
Sugared and floured
Washed and then scoured
They beacon and beseech.
They are naked on this
birthday
They circle and drum
Weaving like roots and
limbs
Forming and reforming
The galactic mandala.
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