Sonnet of Hue

What you say happens, what I say happens
Must one of us stay silent forever?
What I think happens, what you think happens
Can this end in anything but "never?"

How can one walk away from one so close?
I don't remember, don't think I want to
Even in the net I wonder of gross
Though colors respond to sharpen moon's view

Desired and devoured spectrums grow
Until pinpoint accuracy is found
Radio still signals strangers below
Up so high, don't think I've forgotten ground

Through infinitely small angles we sift
Lover, strangers, friends, and family the gift 

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