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Here’s the colour.

Just here,

like a distorted spectrum from dull windows.

Speaking. Through we.

Where we sleep. Eat. Die. Rot.

In the filth we remember.

I remember you.

And I coloured you in

To speak to you.

I still want to speak

You’re sleeping

They’re sleeping

Chanting strange syllables that bounce off your nodding lashes in strange

In strange symbols of monotheism

And they’re speaking

In the space between my ears

Where I speak to you

Send you colours

The colours I hear

And I’m laughing

I’m dancing

They’re dancing

They’re free.