Octave

A little weird, but maybe this will resonate on an intuitive level.

(From 1995, and related to previous poem.)

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In the red room

we awoke

from spectral dreams.

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In the orange room

we opened up

the blinds.

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In the yellow room

we saw

past the horizon.

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In the green room

we balanced

on our toes.

 .

In the blue room

we flew

out the window.

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In the indigo room

we landed

on the sun.

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In the violet room

we slept

in mother-of-pearl.

 .

In the red room

we awoke

from spectral dreams.

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(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright 

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