• Our minds have become open,
    and the contaminants of each mingle
    as smoke over water and oil
    The poison isn't bitter, nor quick to kill
    With our thoughts laid bare, we are frightened
    and exhilarated by what we see,
    and do not yet realize that this is forbidden ground
    That if we continue as we are,
    the different colors will eventually
    blend and become one
    There will be only one,
    and no memory of "separate"