(or Hopscotch and Jump-Rope Color Theory)
Some people are humans – a collection of parts that learn, through trial and error, to experience life as a whole (ish) being. Some parts get lost or get misplaced or forgotten, but most of them find their way home. There’s something to be said for meeting a real person: it’s a kind of magic.
Then some people are androids – lots of little parts held together inside a transparent case of a human simulation. Rather like a gumball machine: a thousand different people inside a giant head of plastic or glass. None of those people remember each other. And only some of those people recognize each other. You never know what part of them you will encounter. Put in a quarter. Did you not get the part you wanted? Hmmmm….try another quarter…
Or a gumball machine that needs to be filled.
green and blue and purple are your youth’s misguided streak
tan and mauve and violet when there’s fraying at the seams
O – did orchid salmon firebrick not make you whole again?
pearl and alexandrite make a tsar an indigent
brown and moss and sarcoline will teach you how to cope
plumbeous and ochre – ah, now you’re getting warm
albicant and atrous: now that’s the magic pair
gunmetal and ash mean loss of clarity and sight
white for the frost that creeps in low to make it numb again
black for the nothing that smothers life and silences a world
[yellow is for suckers…]
Note: This is an update/rethink of a previous poem. It was once just called Color Theory).
It also kinda fits the Daily Prompt: Calm