I burn.

It was black and white.
Always, all ways, all the way.
Believe it or not, but
What takes my breath away,
And stuns me,
And staggers me,
And confuses me,
And confounds me,
Is seeing that white could break
Into seven more colours
And even more. And more.

And bewildered, I stare.
I observate.
I frown.
I burn.