Dear Frenemy,
once you said to me,
"Look, it's as plain as
sand touching the sea,
as simple as this piano-
and its broken keys:
Ivory and Ebony,
that's all we'll ever be."
You add, forgetfully,
"That's the one I used to play before."
I say, regretfully,
"Couldn't agree more!
We're only binary,
Only ebony and ivory,"
As I walk out the door.
And go and write in my diary-
'I wonder if he knew,
or even considered true,
how a prism splits light,
ironically, white.
into a damned spectrum.
What a conundrum!'
once you said to me,
"Look, it's as plain as
sand touching the sea,
as simple as this piano-
and its broken keys:
Ivory and Ebony,
that's all we'll ever be."
You add, forgetfully,
"That's the one I used to play before."
I say, regretfully,
"Couldn't agree more!
We're only binary,
Only ebony and ivory,"
As I walk out the door.
And go and write in my diary-
'I wonder if he knew,
or even considered true,
how a prism splits light,
ironically, white.
into a damned spectrum.
What a conundrum!'
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