i am (the idea of) colour

i am the idea of colour

i am the multiverse theory

i am the cotton feeling at the height of your throat

when you taste the depth of the world’s wrongs

i am no fun

i am as vast as the limits of young imagination

unfettered by ageing and spite

i am the mandela effect

i shed my coat when you blink

(re)born in colours unseen

i am your perception of red

darker than mine but bled just the same

(i wish i saw red the way you do)

intangible

inconceivable

me