Art

for what? – S. Taufeequddin Azher

at night nearing dreamstate
i attempt to form
a theology of my own.

an aquarium in bengal. greyscale,
of course. a woman’s nasally
voice says, that’s lame.

i jolt awake. before i can retort
the theology is gone,
the aquarium, the girl.

and all the colour
has returned.