There’s a violence to pure colour,
like an assault.
It’s almost a toxicity.
It disarms us,
…and yet we perceive it as a freedom,
an expanding sense of wonder.
Our sense of self
is very much focused
around the pendulous swing
between light and shadow.
Our sense of light is so often
how we perceive it from the shadow
…it’s a sense of relief,
an attraction,
an uplifting of self,
something that calls to us.
Like beauty,
we perceive it from a place of not having.
Beauty is a trap.
It stops us experiencing so much.
We don’t live in beauty.
We decorate our life with our own sense of it.
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