The Blurs

It encircles, stings
so loud in sorrow,
half-truths & joy.

The scenes, so clear—
blues & other hues
except red, except red.

Closed, covered in a
rain of p(a)ints, a reign
that lasts forever & ever.

Now halt! Pinch your
navel, tap your finger &
to(u/r)ch your genitals.