(a fracture of power and paradigm)
i had a color > there is no color > i was bronze > we do not have
bronze > i was golden sienna ochre > there are no siennas or golden
siennas or ochres here > we had colors > we have no colors > we
had faces with colors > there are no faces with colors > we stood up
we danced all the colors > there is no standing the color dances are
illegal haven’t you heard > we had colors on our hands and scarves >
i told you
no colors
no colors
no color shoes
or faces or noses
no illegal scarves >
we held up an ancient disk with the lost inscriptions
& stories of our colors our bronze >
we are burning
that vessel those signs
those words those long
lines there are
no colors now >
we dreamed our colors > it is not useful to dream >
we dreamed about our colors > it is not useful
there are no colors now >
we brought in a new time > this is the new time >
we wanted our mothers to bend their ears to the
lost stories the burned stories the fettered
stories the ones that rose up from the ancient
disk > this is the new time this eye is the new
eye this voice is the new voice this chair with
the wingspan upright is the new chair > the disc
was soaked in blood > it is a new time > it was what
we called for > you have the wrong time > it was our
song > your blood is wrong it is too small it
is filled with holes your songs are illegal no colors
they are not useful your time is filled with holes
your blood is too small > i am walking away >
that is permissible > i am leaving you here > that
is practical > i do not want the disk > what
did you say what > the color is
everywhere >
i do not see it >
golden sienna spins right through you >
where > everywhere > your time is too small >
my time is now >
the time is now >>