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!
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