Rainbows galore. They infiltrated my neural network this week.
It’s not an abecedarian sequence but like it. Treating the rainbow like a mosaic or visual found poetry, I found instances of each color in photographs I already had. There are different textures (you can see) and magnifications (not as clear to you). I prescribed verse by limiting words to those that describe the larger supposed-to-be-hidden-to-you subject of each photograph. The Red is an eye patch, the Orange, a steering wheel on a toy train, etc.
Visual magnification as an experiential proxy for uncertainty within an experimental box of hues laid out in the order of a naturally occurring optical/meteorological phenomenon overlaid with the resonant illogicity of human language.
We belong in this world and this world belongs to us.