invisible hues

I close my eyes

and in the depths of ink

behind my eyelids

I can somehow still see colour.

Bursting forth

a macrocosm of

Everything.

Every

thought

fear

hope

worry.

Simply

Ideas.

Yet exploding into

every colour

imaginable-

and further still-

the

unimaginable ones.

Somehow

these thoughts

behind my face and above my throat

are illuminated in more hues

than I could ever see

with my bare eyes

in the daylight

when I'm

cognizant.

There is an entire galaxy

inside our minds

and it is erupting in light

and radiating

Colour.