A Response to a “Lack of Color”
I see hexagonal cylinders,
web work composed by arachnid builders.
Mitochondrial geodesic domes,
frosted corners of symmetrical cones,
latticework and scaffolding invented,
each unit grown the rate of nanometer per photon intake.
Trajectory curvatures from gross weight
slingshots about orbs in open space.
A sphere’s efficient shape
twists and tumbles, a pace we cannot relate.
Parallel lines and horizontal extensions do not meet
spiral circumference, calculated error, statistical defeat.
Additional dimensions create possibility, not absolutely.
Skies of blue: refraction of light
omits a spectrum Earth cannot see,
its residents vicariously.
Clouds of white: strands of wisps absorbing
threads and strings and blue pearls man ‘o war
drifting tentacles pulsing waves shorn condensing fall,
slide marbles ’til terminal curves flatten tails,
drop to pools of waves expanding, flowing
over obstruction reversing destructive interference.
Trees of green: roots of scales and branching tubers
converging to vaster arteries sucked
to inversion open air, extending out fractal
imperfect dance to individual nuanced patterns of
stereotyped veined formations, living and dying the breath
of consistent astronomical intent.
Babies cry: they loose electric signals, freshly
paved pathways of sensory perception,
imagination influx articulating fearful instance.
A world: growing outward ever more stacked
shells of interlaced generations, building above and atop
dying systems organic, artificial, and abstract.
Paper avalanches submerge spelunking adventurers
mining golden words, baskets of ink-stained
scrolls discovered under mountains discarded,
significant, but not whole-hearted.
A thankless mission wading through dreck for
permission to find a paid position in interconnected
machinery-bloated frustration.
An oxygenated continuum ever regenerating, but grease drying
with asymptotic declination.
Roses look red, violets look blue,
tulips look yellow occasionally,
bees look striped, some tigers look white,
but cardboard is corrugated,
because reason is truth
and colors are debated.
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