LANDSCAPE

Landscape of shapes and colors Phantom symmetry I wonder if you See the same way I see I see blue in the sky You see a dark one, I hope some stars I see green, the highest pine You see a traffic light, to run so fast I see a rainbow That blinds my queer eye Landscape of shapes and colors Of ghostly symmetry I wonder if you Feel the same way I feel I feel red-bright when I bleed You beg to see blood "Off with their heads!" I feel darkness, pure and deep You see shadows, fear the sounds I feel white, witness so hard to find A pure and solid one 'Cause my leather mixes red-yellow-blue But in black and white some wrote my rights And invisibles are those frontiers Leave me starving to death I declare myself no one Or an instance of love Or an instance of Landscape of shapes and colors Fever of identities That gum loses fast Its flavor and rhythm I am a red-blood eating red-bloods condemned to survive I am a witness of immortals doomed to weep and cry I am another ravenous soul trying to catch the light 'Cuz my leather mixes red-yellow-blue But in black and white some wrote my rights And invisibles are those frontiers leave me starving to death I declare myself no one Or an instance of love Or an instance of LOVE LOVE Or an instance of LOVE Ah But when I see you I see a full pink tulip field A yellow-brown tulip field A purple-green tulip field A red-blue tulip field So call me no one Or an instance of God