In-white
glancing
Space,
open. There vectors in prism’d morning
still
traffic, gull cries, child’s slide, a
milk-white
skate. I
went down to the car, saw
the black
oily sea up, colors
previously
unregistered... sequence surround(s).... Back
into the
book office; mountain
viole(n)t
figures, into the purest air,
life,
surprisingly, a train and rail
screech,
slowed, skidded, stopped.
Taking
hands, the avenues walk us around
the most
remote and intricate.
Stems
merge every color, bright
cup, carpet,
parquet ship—
Flower
white negative....
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December 2006; revised 1 January 2007; published in Zone
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