seeing the world in black and white
something doesn't quite
click in me when you try to talk
in red and green and blue
do I know you?
or am I just seeing fiction
sparks of friction
hallucinations come in colours
when I try to go to sleep.

the only bit of tone I'm wondering
faraway somewhere my heart in
sepia-tinted abstract art
none too smart
don't even let me start
talking higher criticism
mechanisms of docking and release

wait a little while I try
to put the hex together
recomposing channels
am I holding you back?
take a different tack
and talk as if I understand
I'll see what you see someday
faraway in a glance of light.