I hear the colors waving in my thoughts, with yellows rising, reaching to the white, and falling grand arpeggios to blue, then burying to violet and black, beyond the grave of my perceptionsโgone. The undulating rhythms flickering like candle flames of solemn holy mass, an everlasting birth-rebirth of life in rampant earthly sprints that, to and fro, arrive and leave like those weโve met and known whoโve disappeared and now simply exist in just such thoughts, as colorful and vain.