Hues- of mind

My particular, dormant, enervated, chalky-silver ash

-suddenly burns-

-then bleeds-

into a searing sea blue-amethyst hue,

becoming the very shape of water in motion

roiling over itself.

Cracking light hugs the muscle

of these now mossy green-sapphire shoulders,

creating the raspberry, hibiscus pinks who oscillate

with champagne, vermillion golds-

glimmering

unfixed and kinetic-

like billion-year diamonds coruscating

across the vapid unceasing of an opaque ooze-

shapeless and achromatic-

like the murky motor of mind.

Intermingling within an illimitably synchronous clopeness,

hollow, deep, phosphorescent darkness’s form

and lustfully snap like bright, violet hued, sparkler fusillades

who foment just below the bubbling,

blood-colored, alchemistic goo

of thought-

until they burst into bloom through the sticky grey cerebrum of consideration-

like a myriad of infinitesimal steely blue explosions

ignite my muddy-fleshy-grey-browns to a sizzling hiss,

pushing canary-pineapple yellows to wrestle

with neon-tangerine-burning orange flickers

who dance the firetruck-red-hot-quickstep-jive

of the smoky, momentarily prolonged,

embers of their existence.

Being crafted by a silvery shaped, multitudinous, formulator

capriciously brushing vast, bold strokes on a vanishing slate of

pre frontal cortexes,

as burning synapses confront occipital lobes like smoldering strobe lights,

only to be seared-

like tattoos-

in some hippocampus-palladium-like formation of what I use to relive

this precious mirror-

giving me perpetual opportunity to gape

deliberately, solemnly,

specifically encountering the unornamented, unvarnished

pureness of all colors as they stave off entropy,

asking to instantaneously show themselves

to my personal atness.