chaos free but not particular.
Slippery slope before the opening act,
previously taken by the color black,
when blue lit the way and yellow tipped the scales,
there was nothing as dangerous as a bat with nails.
But choking steady I turned purple,
hard to breathe it made me mortal,
it was hurtful.
No matter, there is more to see,
between myths and legends,
I've never been more free.
Who can tell what will happen now,
when all that was once there
has fallen somehow.