Spectrum (Concrete Glow)

Inside my eyes you’ll only find a labyrinth sealed I will not claim this path is clear No stillness waits inside the frame, just the colors left to test Taste what is left I draw a circle of chalk across the studio floor Suspended pigments gather slowly, covering fragments within me The pages scatter quickly, notes erased by silence Half-remembered faces drifting outward In sixty seconds tension builds, a fragile architecture bending Its angles never stable Crossing through the corridors, each one a different quarter Walls repeat their patterns, and the ceilings echo colors Blueprints fade, replaced by lines of shifting code Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder No frame will hold the edges of my form No surface polished, made to display In sixty seconds tension forms a fragile structure we inhabit But for now, affinities remain suspended When there’s trust, pigments rise And when we move, the colors speak Gestures collide, the pigments bloom like gardens I walk through silence, codes unravel Corridors extend like veins across the canvas of the city Patterns shift in layers, rhythm multiplying Reality bends to paint And color stays when light is gone Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment, brushes and powder Pigment (ah?), brushes and powder RGB (eh?), light that devours Pigment (ah?), brushes and powder RGB (eh?), light that devours