Blue and White

Blue and white.
There is no light.
Order exists.
I rest at night.

Working hard.
Fencing right.
Motives mapped.
With pleasures scrapped.
The necessary bitterness
Of succession's might.

My face clean
Free of blight.
Hands restricted
Hidden from sight.

Now orange
With no more blue.
Color seems
A little more bright.
Isolation's grip
No longer so tight.
They see it as a token
But my order is broken.
So I long for my blue and white.

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