Misconception

Rise above this liquid abyss
Oh you who dons the split toupee,
For I am not your nemesis:
Black/ white/ pink/ gray.

Embrace me now antithesis,
Whose shade or tone I can’t condemn.
Inhale my breath sans prejudice:
You, me, us, them.

So dredge the sea in search of bliss
Though eye-to-eye cannot convey
Toe-to-toe upon precipice;
Me/ you/ us/ they,

And clutch me now without remiss
Upon my pearled lips belay,
For this is not a final kiss,
This-is-the-way!

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By Paul Robilotti