I do not see
colours
as you do


Splash vermillion
or rough shod black
across the arc of day

Found
back against the wall
the whole of the world
falling at my feet


Peel me off the brick and mortar
take my hand
daughter of the second millennium
and lead me into the future scape

A slave to mediocrity
assimilating
or accepting the grey sagging tones
of sameness

I am individual
its not a shout or scream
or the ragged remnants of last nights dream

All about us
is fading hazed blurring surges
of repetition

and still I hold
revelations
in the sweating palm
of my hand

Focus
and we can read
the answers
as they bleed through my fingers