I change like the seasons.
The colors in my face.
Do they have seasons in space?
Do they have colors in space?
Is everything black and white like a dog's vision?
Do you dream in color?
Do you dream with precision?
I've made a decision to dream in color, in any
space I please.
I can always depend on my hands to put me back together
when my body falls apart.
Did they know it would be like this when they invented the world?
Did they know the sky would stay up there?
I had a dream that it was me.
The inventor. The sky. The space. The color.
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