Self

In the blue, I wish to be blue

And in the green, green

And so on

Until I'm a muddy brown, or grey

Tear them off, and away

And what lies beneath?

Do I even exist

Without their other colours?

Do I have a form

Without a form to perceive me?

Fain would I see

A little mirror of thee

But that's still just borrowed light

I'll burrow deeper for me, to me,

And with a laugh!

And a snap and a pop- often

I'll know-feel - again- what was lost-

Before prisms separated light into colours,

And I am everything, infinity!