a colour heard, not seen or felt

this time, a colour is snapped out of a 

flag.           singing hymns of courage with the slightest pitch

the first heard,

the second not seen or felt

—& the third sung till it's felt below the layers of the skin.

the things i see,

there are some my ears behold loudly

my nostrils are punctured with smells, a myrrh; with fragrance so fragile

of colour. wonderful colours of might. the blues, 

refined into the sky subtly.

of what then shall the colour of a sigh be?

not of myrrh, not wrapped in sound. let out discreetly with the colours of a 

thought. the things i see are of colour, not of myrrh.

there are some my ears behold loudly.

what if my ears are responsible for sight?

that, myrrh, even though with colour is now 

of no colour.

that colour slipped into the ear, was interpreted into an audible 

sound.            & that our ancestors called it “of colour, not of myrrh”

what is translated today, as the bridge that connects the eye to the ear;

the left eye to the left ear,

the right eye to the right ear.

—& the middle space that occupies the drum where there's emptiness.

there's a revolution sometimes. a slight slide of colours

now.           the left eye sees a myrrh without colour

but translated to the left ear as a blue borne of the sky 

& of loyalty.

the things i see are of colour, not of myrrh

when a body's eye is ear &—

not of only eye. when responsibilities twist, 

& the mind is no longer the point where our thoughts are kept.

when an ear sees colour and takes the place of the eye

or, perhaps.           the bond of loyalty between inner spaces breaks out. 

what happens when there's only colour not myrrh?

& leaving colour attributed to the ear

& sound to the eye

& spreading the rhythms of a thoughts to the corners of the eye.

things seen & unseen. a colour heard loudly in the ear—sinking beneath the

skin.        

& of colour not of myrrh

because, this time a colour is heard not seen or felt.

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(“of colour, not of myrrh—when a body’s eye is ear & not of only eye” was first published with the Gen Writers Club)