Jealousy

Jealousy is not of green color.
Green is the color of calm.
Calm is late at night, no sound, no disquiet.
Disquiet is written in a book.
This book never mentions jealousy.
Jealousy there is quantified in status.
Status there is a matter of survival.
Survival is of color red.
Red is the color of passion.
Passion is the driving force of creation.
Creation has nothing to do with jealousy.
Jealousy must die.
Dead objects don't feel.
Feeling is not a matter of perception.
Perception is qualitative and obsene.
Obsene becomes the color black.
Black is rarely the color of our nights.
Our nights are long and endless.
Endless is the feeling of duty.
Duty is of color grey.
Grey is the mist and the season.
The season is changing.
Change is only momentary.
The moment is gone.
Gone is this anxiety.
I write my way out of this sometimes.
Sometimes I can't stop.
Stop.