I am
colors
on the outside
I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward
I trace myself
back into life —
living
folded up
against the world
charting a course
I am pressed
like a
grain of sand
it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight
imagine
I am
neither
mix nor colors
I find
not a hue
of myself
only the
spirit of
shadowleaves
