The colours of thought
deep inside our minds,
behind the facade –
black, white and blood-red.
We can sing the rainbow,
we can paint the rainbow,
we can talk the rainbow…
but they remain
behind the eyes,
deep inside the soul,
the colours of emotion –
black, white and blood-red.
It is utterly impossible to say exactly what I want to say, for expression changes thought.
But thought does not exist outside expression, and hence it is impossible not to say it.
Expression and thought, form and content…
the endlessly fascinating game that is the colour of vision and the shape of a snail’s shell.
