by: the iHope Poet
it's new. it's bright. it's better
maybe.
unused, untouched.
like paints, waiting to be brushed
against a paper.
but that paper, and
those paints
can only be new
for that time during which we contemplate
what color to use and
how to use it.
and the paints are worn thereafter.
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