Pleasure tingles purple at the sight
Of late-hour blue enswirled with white,
and once this inspiring sight is seen,
All of the lights in my head turn
green,
and thus single the courage those
half-alive lack
To seek out a redline somewhere in the
black.
To avoid being yellow, or ending up
red,
As a man I am orange--like my
helmet--instead.
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