"Mismatched Colo[u]rs"

on the spot

"Mismatched Colo[u]rs"

what is

the color of the rainbow? Why can't it make up its mind? But, i can tell you something,

that rainbow is like me! The colors of the sky

mirror, like a shadow, not, or a river, dancing through the currents. 

i never liked the clouds, anyway

the way it rains makes me sad

the colors are drab

faded

grey

there's a sensual way 

the sun pulls at the clouds

the way

the way the clouds glaze over

looking over us

or maybe, it's us. Maybe we are drab

we wear garments

blinding us to nonexistence

the clouds

have more of an eye for color

what do we know, really? The way the sky is, or how the raindrops climb all the way up.

fuzz

smooth and rough

dried and wet

moist

begetting something else

forgetting

how to breathe

yet we live as one

one

patch

of grey

the other, amber

and another may be green

row to row

column to column

section to section

colored in

filled in 

line us up

one by one

call them 

by their names

red

blue

purple

aquamarine

chartreuse

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