RECALLING THE GRAY MATTER

A mirage of answers they throw
As food to the animal
Inside the mind
To glue shut and quiet it
To frame a snapshot
Of the imagination
And there you've got it
Hanging on the wall for everyone to admire
Hanging from a nail to the wall
For no one to think about
A hole in the wall
For no one to look through
Like the sixth ray of a rainbow
They call a color.