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