As the color changes,
The lewd mind said,
"I am not there yet."

The images are not yet clear,
The anguish can not be known.
The pain.

Yet the colors can not change.
Somehow the sound echos, yet fade away,
And no one conceives the sounds of the universe.

The unknown can not be seen,
Yet it does not speak to me.
The inability is not seen.

James Hawkins