i am a soul saturated in colour

bathed in unreal doses of surrealism

but they think i'm losing it they tell me

i am dreaming and all of my perceptions are just

ultra-visions and obscure fragments

of illusions and insanity

they choke me with darkness and monochromatic curses

the black fully absorbs all the visible wavelengths of light

until my rose-honey blood cannot flourish

for how can i be a poet

without colourful melodies?