What is this unrhymeable color? Is it really so difficult to live with?
What kind of fidelity does it require?
Does it start as a seed, like a carrot? Does it confer second sight?
Does it carry its hunger as we do, from sun to sun?
Why do the fire-worshippers call it red? Is it just superstition?
Can it pay in any other coin but its own?
In a world full of hazards, why can’t it hide?
What stops it from spreading to the sky?