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.
.
In the orange room
we opened up
the blinds.
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In the yellow room
we saw
past the horizon.
.
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.
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In the red room
we awoke
from spectral dreams.
.
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(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright