Red Inside the Red

There are, there is, there once was, red inside the red A doubt arose regarding that which is behind the walls What lies between, below, above the objects olden clear Structures must be more than surface tension purple Designed on future's night, darker than the pink within Red above the upper surface red clings on All things being equal in between Blue is in trouble when it sinks into the quicksands blue That is all there is when brown dries out on olive black On solid ground near by the rusty trees with deeper roots To take hold of truth collapsed on gray and orange Nearly unearthed by rainbow explosions taken out alarmed The end could just as easily be green Standing behind the stagnant walls Red holds on to the bitter whatever Whatever that might be It is not yellow