Mµłtïį ê Hµęńìį – d’Çłęƒțïį

‘So many colors’

įÅ Templther part III

When she arrives
Each of the familiar hues
splinters into a prismatic
spectra of its own

A thousand times
a thousand different greens
Solid colors become patterned
With subtle changes

Saturated whites
Become rainbowed fractals
Bright red lights
warm auras of orange

But when she turns away
Only is there blue and gray

∞

Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!

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——CIRCS——