#difference.

Colorblindness and vexillology doesn't match. I can't see the difference.

Across the world,our curious amalgams,the damn silence of wind, a bold moon rises, but opposite,reminding me of love,gone sour, when you look up,at a wide, windy Texas night,you know about those clouds, how they’ve only just come,from across the world,and seen these same differences, goddam,it’s just as plain struck,over there,under their upside down moon.