We are all alone
Unique, in our perceptions
Which live inside our minds
We can never really share the intensity or depth of colours
In rainbows that arc across each others sky
Even if we agree on names for what they are
It’s been said that in ancient Greece
There was no word for green
Yellow was yellow and blue was blue
There was never any need to hold them up to each other
They managed to build a civilization
Without a word and a concept we take for granted
Perhaps we should be envious
Really, colour is just a clever way for our brains
To display the electro-magnetic spectrum
That radiates from everything
Until we slip under the covers with dark energy
Playing footsie with the inverse of brilliance
Getting primal in the dark
Finding spaces inside spaces
Slippery spaces
That curl over and under
Until you just have to grab on somewhere and push
Frictioning a fractioned feeling into being
Which can only be described and never shared
Beyond the boundaries
Of our imaginations
David Trudel © 2013
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