STARK

STARK


The land is stark, but then it grows.
The beauty grows, the color grows.
The whites and blacks and the in-betweens.
The beauty is mostly in-between.

In my mind I see the beauty come.
Where it goes no one knows.
But I do!  I see it grow!  It grows and grows.
How?  How do I see it?  How does it grow?

How do I know?
Am I no one?
I guess so!  No!! 
I am everyone!!

The land is the beauty.  The land is the color.
Starkness is all - the color the beauty.
We grow through the starkness - we grow into beauty.
We are the beauty - we are the color.

I am the starkness!
The same as you!
The same as the beauty!
The same as the color!