It’s hard to see what’s going on in the silver vacuum vapor trails, in a half dream blackout, in gravity’s rainbow.
It’s hard to say; who are we? Come to me. Face the screen.
Where have you been all colored in?
Look at all the plants you don’t understand.
Dripping cutouts in reference to the crystalline solid – and its specific arrangements –
Bulk batches of where the light ends –
Vibrant matter from one blue eye –
Standing with the sun at sea level –
Yes, tell me all about it .
We’re back in the same four walls
I speculate a mix of phalo blue, green shade, and white
true medium, cool
Even though the windows are
our atmosphere is light and warm.
We’re supposed to meet again,
and finally move past hesitation,
but I can’t make my way back to your floor.
I don’t know why we left the room.
Blue Marina baby,
mint shake boy,
pure green navy,
and smooth steel blue.
In the sea spray waterfall,
turning lavender grey,
it smells of sweet junipers
and tastes like soft indigo rays.
As red snow finally hit the ocean floor,
past the icy layers built from the cold,
it was more of a falling
than a dive
but it was a dive
because I heard the force of the impact
Please, I don’t want to be reincarnated as anything living again