Then I saw a rusting color of hope
and rotting color of brotherly love
a bouquet of harrowing hues of the childhood fears
and hidden gemstones of unstoppable lust
hazy hues of desperate days
anxious shades of the vapid nights
then the thick red of an imminent present
and matching color of an imminent past
marching colors of collective idiocy
and some violent hues of a folly
then I saw the Voice of Thin Silence.
Once I met a blind man
he lived his life in colors.