God
Announcing our arrivals and departures
Like some glorified train conductor
Punching our tickets and cruising the aisles
Calling to us from every surface
Yearning to be seen even in disguise
Dressing up for every occasion
Always present in the most mundane way
Being the play of color in a set of crayons
A purple bruise, a rosy blush, flesh tone
Renaming us as we transform
An unpronounceable entity
~Andrine de la Rocha
posted 12/30/2010
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