We fight, two kites
on an island moonlit and bright, we shimmer into sprites
you pink and I green to my delight
as we venture into dimmer timber at night

and I end up at the edge of a black lake in a black forest
the perimeter of everything has a purple that is fluoresce
nine amorphous moons hang and interchange in patterns that are porous
in like out like yin like yang while the wind includes the singing of a chorus

and the entire isle turns black with a sky that’s red
it swirls and the then mix in my head,
suddenly turns into a cube of two sides blue and white instead

out of me they have fled,
all the words I’ve ever read
forever they spin around me in a spread,
that’s continuously over fed