Alter Ego

The alter ego wrestles out, 
out of the quagmire,
it sings out loud
in simple verbs.

Across the crawling dullness,
against the passive nothings,
above the soulless whispers.

It sings from the heart,
it sings to the heart,
deafening all them joyless cousins.

It sings in blue,
the colour of day
It sings a colour,
I had not seen.

It sings a shape 
my hands conceal
It sings a truth
my verses obscure.