Red, like a brand in memory, —

Red, like a brand in memory, — Shameful, but bright. White wants to be left alone. Black grabs tight, flooding every thought with an inky beat. Green is out of reach: it loves quiet and service. Blue washes the Salt out of Life, thoughtfully offering whiskey. And then Everything will die, will turn grey, — A dirty palette — One Whole. So what was your favourite Colour? — they'll ask you. You'll answer — I could use a bit more time, apparently, I never understood Myself.