It is not the blue or red or
green moments apart; their soft sliding together is what holds the eyes. You can see these pictures dancing, yes, flowing, and
you can see her images like lights hovering midair,
small vibrant films.
I like to bottle my people, small parts
of them for keeping me warm. How do you bottle
colored light?
Like a prism, mostly. Bends this light for us. I was going to say it was painting pictures, but it is more than stagnant color that refuses to move. What she has to give us is alive with movement and changing
constantly. Fluid merging aura.