a red fractures through the quiet field
no green remains where structure held its breath
the gold arrives but never stays in place
a violet breaks across the speaking air
the blue returns but colder than before
each red becomes a jagged line of sound
the green forgets its pattern as it moves
no gold sustains its brightness for a time
a violet lingers where the edges blur
the blue and red no longer stay apart
they fold into a single turning field
no colour holds beyond its passing form
