Quite
what to make of me you do not know,
Unless
you shed assumptions, step inside:
Inspiration,
celebration show;
Real
and fake, and art and life collide.
Keep
looking at the colours burning bright,
You
stop at green and see the red’s well dun.
Chew
it over – nothing’s black and white.
Open
up your senses, let them run
With
every colour ‘neath the beaming sun.
By Steve Till
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