my head becomes heavy
all I want is sleep
on a simple wooden chair I sit
my feet so thoroughly grounded on the kitchen floor
dirty dishes, the traffic outside, the radio voice
it all dissolves and the colours become true
Red explodes like a volcano out of my head
the magma red becomes Gold
the universe too changes
Shiny White
covers me, eats me
shiny white I am
Red, Orange,Yellow,Green, Blue
I am colour
I am in the backseat
someone else is driving
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