If we were all blind perhaps the elastic axle of our ear drums would free wheel without caprice. We would sit in gorgeous harmony so many isms vanished with appearance - our sensual palate veered arc-wise. Free of colour prejudice we would detect the tingle of a rainbow in our fingertips, or the smell of honesty sweet as opium to our minds. This sight swiped world would swell - a rose's bud, to trespass our amygdalas with the certainty of a mushroom exploding upward to the light. We would listen soundwaves like secrets painting pictures of who people are, smelling their intentions, absorbing their themness and never for a moment caring if they were polkadotted, frilly, pale or wearing torn jeans.
This was belatedly written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #235