My love is greater than the land
My love, she is so small
My horror is a colored room
With almost no one there at all
I met my love a-laboring
I knew my love at toil:
I glimpsed my love when first I freed
A flower from the soil
My love is louder than the sea
My love speaks not a word
My horror is a colored room
Where two cannot be seen or heard
I sing my love a serenade
I kiss my love good-night
I fall in a warm nearby bed
And scratch my eyes in fright
My love is every man's desire
My love is no man's wife
My horror is a colored room
And me too weak to use the knife.
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Dispatch from a Colored Room
Science FictionPel has a story to tell. There's the girl who grew up destitute, addicted, single mother to a son she can't protect; the father who left the family, then disappeared; the old family friend, angel and demon both; the Dandelion Knight. But why tell it...
