we can’t escape the after-image always stays 
we learned that night we’re made of reflected light 

mixing now the pattern shifts 
we make out a bezold effect 
as new boundaries connect 

with the color of interaction now at play 
intervals transform our hearts’ array 

mixing now the pattern shifts 
we make out a bezold effect 
as new boundaries connect 

we make a tetrachord, what are we waiting for 
we’ll find the figure-ground harmony 
and whether it is warm, or whether it is cool 
i’ll be the color ever next to you