Monsoon Ensemble

Colours and patterns in shades spawn in my mind

I have no objective

origins, like heritage, are symbiotic with light

matter is mere medium

and we have something new to find together.

You and I

colours that hue the shadows in soul.

as well as radiating from the source that causes the casting of them.

Affective are the frequencies that voice sincerity efforts through my lip's skin

and white teeth.

Its meaningful the rain dance

that I see you come to live within.

Your spirits lift and

soaked-through are the garments

whatever the tones that iconise our skins

The colours of others have always

painted humanity's tapestries

Separate tonalities in the patterns that form

mama’s cloth, the tangling woven rug

that she always hung out in the sun

after the monsoon came in deluge

the one that flooded home, metropoleis and plantations in blues blood hued.

It all speaks volumes, culture-clashing, for raising

How best shall we be raising kin?

It seems in near aloneness, amidst all the loudness, I ask this.

Identification.

Invocations.

Iconised.

The image, we’ve been made in. Mixing.

The threateningly colourful in the eyes of the pale comparisons

Symbols for segregation's

Ones that apart our hides

That sincerely codify and demonise.

The rains can also be the water for the flowering, for the bed borders give me pallets and brushes

Watch, we’re going to grow you all a garden full of canvasses. Mind the gap, so we don’t repeat it. This growing is no longer ongoing only underground.

The foundation shapes and formulas imposed deep in this mind, the frequencies

that determine how others are seen

how they are coloured by us, them.

Them ones who are made to be seen as others

no matter the loud deep colours we share in ensemble

together in source, shadows and mediums.

Colours inform me, personally, how to trust and love. There’s so many colours in the music. Paint in me with those tones of voice and melody

your differences, your human iconography, your culture in all its patterned splendour.

These colours that form my life

and made it all the more worth living.

Togetherness, This is I. This is how colours make this one unique

yet, like you,

bring light so far from being alone.

ZackieL. St Victor des Oules. France. May 2021