every time
a c o l o r
catches my eye
(which is very often)
in my mind
i instantly analyze it
break it down into its primary basics
then reconstruct it
in my mind with paint.

for example,
what first i took as pink,
upon further gazing
is really more of an orange.

start with white
add |this| amount of yellow
then this tiny minuscule
shard of (red)
together, white and red make pink.
yellow and red make orange.
pink and orange are different
points on
a spectrum.

and you can see how
close
orange and
p i n k are.
and how so very
far away.

and then that
blue-purple light
juxtaposed -
that is another thing
entirely.

for a second
i imagined
myself trying to
  actively resist
the imprint
  you are pressing down
like paper
fleeing
from the
impending ink
soaked stamp.

in order to share
at least one person
needs to have s o m e t h i n g.

and someone else must
notice and
want some kind of part of that
s o m e t h i n g.

then both have to
openly acknowledge
these terms,

in order for the sharer
to know
that they
need to
let go
of
s o m e t h i n g.

in the end,
   even Odo gave in
to the desire
  to rejoin the
      great link

(since i’m at least trying to be positive)


i mean,
i guess at least now
i can f e e l the
   beginnings of the
untethering sooner?
and therefore
have more time
to throw out
hints and outright
warnings  ¯_(ツ)_/¯

[i wanted to say that
i give you more
than you deserve,
but that would be mean.]

gang
    gang
GANG
   |gang|