soundofmanywaters

  Indigo   I am not sure if I have ever seen you, Indigo. Perhaps my heart leaped up and I Overlooked Your shyest of tinges, by brighter shades Shaded. Maybe the rain rinsed you until you Faded Into neighbouring violet or blue, or Evaporated By the sun, who likes red and gold best, you Withdrew From the bolder six, or maybe you Never Existed except in the thoughts of some Dim Numerological completist, who Wanted Your name to score a perfect seven? Hope Not, but I would like to know More people tinged with Indigo.

 Homo Disneyana Lopes through the litterscape Of the late Anthropocene Leaving a trail of  discarded identities From whose throes arises An army of the maimed. Disneyana stands, turns, Proclaims their creed as  a counter-curse: “I can be anything I want!” But the spectres unimpressed Crowd forward and The pursuit begins.