Strange, how lately all of my sounds have been amplified,
the colors about me heightened, to taste - to touch - 
is more to savor, an aroma, that's all I remember,
what I bring forward to now, a string of beads,
droplets down the windowpane to me

I search for large falls of water,
any deluge

Once I was backlit by peeks in the forest,
bramble where sunlight rayed through,
dances in silhouette, ground against
a world silent-gray, without taste, 
untouchable, a thin pane away

And I am always
green-blue blue-green 
of many tones

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