Frame 1: Vitreous on Pink ball of foot/ spliced by Quicksilver wire figure grips horizontal pole Vermillion Red (Slipping next picture from wool Fawn coat your castanet hands quiver. Must be lithium, I think.) Frame 2: Figure leaps defiant Thrusts open Gold rays his heart Crimson. Orange propulsion to Violet apex one sharp, flared stop. (You cannot help it/ gravity will. (I am not blind to the density of red, I say. I know the weight.) Frame 3: I see you strung high in ragged photons. The terrible sway of colour, I muse Beneath you, a pool of Midnight Black Above, an Indigo sky littered with darting Yellow birds.