Fluctuating Synesthesia

Can you feel color in your fingertips?

Can you read electricity in your bones?

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Did you know that sound is blue?

That science names are orange?

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Do I really touch color with words?

Or are the sensations just associations?

Did undiagnosed connections morph into my senses?

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My identity is formed by textures

My identity is rounded by shades

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I find solace in my flag

That others take comfort in too

That many take ownership of and wave in solidarity

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The colors of my flag merge touch, sound and taste

The senses are pink, purple and blue

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And I remember that sound is blue

That words spark rainbows in my head

That memories tingle in my body

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A forgotten touch from years ago still vibrates in my skin

Words from decades ago still oscillate in my skull.

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And the words are pink, purple and blue.