What color is the bike shed?

At night it is maroon / in morning we stand / foolish from the moon
a mind will wane and wax back / purple, no, black / kindle and candle fire
Fear the stars ignite / our ears in our knees / canning the constant
hum in everything / blap pop boom / echoes in the night
thunder claps
sparring mits
chalk erasers slap
slap dust / seabirds scatter whistle / whilst locusts
not that far away / gauge in miles / where a body lay

Bishop Luther Dingle / explains, “sharp corners / and zig zags
of different shades / make illusions / when the contrast moves from bold to fade / indicates sound” as living proof / we know nothing of plants
nuclear
vascular
plutonium is green, no, yellow / chlorophyll is good for allergies / no benadryll

Why wonder about the bike shed’s color / it only matters that it has a roof
we converse in predictable cycles / perceiving what we please / dismiss all else as trivial / forgetting what to do / about a house full of bicycles