There’s every colour

colours floating on canvas
a flow gone berserk
-no rules
-no direction
they change 
with every new contact they make

The only unique factor
is Me
watching a palm
that holds life
like an outsider
who knows inner strife

I draw lines 
through the flow
to separate zones
tear through the fabric
which looks like a whole
-touch threads to know the metric

find everything
that was life
in each part
put them back together
There’s every colour
other than Happiness