the decision

they say you’ll

see red

but all I got

was white

with specks of blue

like gaunt

atmosphere.

I heard no searing

roar

of flame, felt neither

cold

nor heat.

somewhere the faint

tune of a song

echoed, looped back

on itself.

I knew the lyrics

like I know coffee.

I know how to

break

an addiction.

now is the time

to take the white

and that blue mottle

up on the human

breeze, to where

the humidity is

just right,

keeps monsters

from forming

on surface ripened

soul