NEW NOSTALGIC NOTES

Trying to understand one more vital clue, 

From the vast surroundings of info as I usually do.

Unsure of what my reaction would be,

My thoughts gazed constantly at my unevenly sewn shoe.

Suddenly, my rather razor-sharp mind disallowed thoughts to be fetched,

As I was left wondering why I pleasantly suffered

Even, when I accessed so many clues classically etched.

Swiftly then, I discovered doom as it stalked.

Grunting grisly as I ran and it smoothly walked.

An introspection steadily then to me occurred,

Defreezing my breathing corpse as my sight blurred.

With that sense of nausea I plunged.

Plunged into an ocean of opinions, bubble sized

And in those micro units of time I pondered.

What is darkness? Absence of light?

Is cold lack of heat?

What is silence? Absence of noise?

Is foolishness lack of intellect?

What is hate? Absence of love?

Is a straight line lack of curves?

What is dread? Absence of courage?

Is inability lack of knack?

I can’t decide. I am more than moron!

But I heard a resonation suggesting it’s a matter of perception.

Like white comes to light only after VIBGYOR amalgamation,

One may call it impure, the other a perfect unision.

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