Colours

Colours They’re black but colours White and colour Green Up Clear Clear like water but Cut. In a way. Cut. Strands, forgotten. Asking, but forget the notion The question The statement We forget Answers We divulge Lines, slowly, slithering Matter, dots. Small, indeed, but matters. Matter. Stages and platforms Of understanding First and third similar. Same, if there were no clouds But what clouds Are these They are not mine Clouds. Artificial. Seemingly inescapable. High up But Why am I here Am I low High Or flying Or clouds Small and naked Absorbed. Steam, change Constant Continual. Always asking But it doesn’t matter But a word, but a journey But concealed Like colours.