Undetected

If you are moving along undetected Then no one’s busted your door open Or thrown your face around the room or the fairgrounds or the apple well No one has mentioned all the colors that exist And the people who are quiet aren’t about to start shouting about the colors they know. It is not the sun that bursts but our eyes Like fretful demons looking for new places to spotlight and hide and make warm And this cold and then a weariness tripped up by your own dopamine, A flailing faucet spring where walls are built between people and the places they might go and fly a kite. Now, that kite isn’t mine But I’m gonna try and get it up there anyway Up and into that big blue sky Where freedom pours down like pails upon us.