http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ziilo The original writings of author Morgan Eliz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026834 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He sings color, tendrils of black and cream.I can hear him, but only occasionallywhispering soft snowover an unused phoneline.Once, I understood him.As my vision sunk intoorange infra and blue/purple technicolor.The whisper loud and soft.My fingertips seared, my lungs heaving,c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziilo/1770863/