In transcendence of craft
And the reach of all study
Appreciation outside translation
Beyond light reflections
Clear of dark symbols
Past the color's easy dialog
And still evenly with them all
It's a piece of a person captured in oddity
Stills in one dimension that took no shape in reflection
Stranded and surrounded on a lasting field of statement
In a viewpoint
A vision
Needless of memory
Yet unforgotten, once gotten in thought
With that expanded and expounded
I develop;
A forest of crimson and dull red
Allowing black slivers within
That enslave and caress many bright cyan planets
The separated jewels of squat goldenrod antlers
Blocked by it's own deep indigo shadows
Gray intermingles the olive-drab clouds
That seem to be rising from the brick-fire
With creamy gaps between the sundry hues in blended tomato and smoke
A straw of spring green lays out in between
Barely touching everything
And it seems to root in the darkest blue
Where the shadow crown bends on a void
Yet of all color and form
The eyes attach to a white landscape
A sharp border between light and confusion
That only hints on it's surface
The battle in progress beneath
And where the green thread reaches this horizon
A golden flower with a cloak of ash:
Silhouetted leaves of snow
Opens it's frail straight face to a calico sun
