He daily delivers himself
A memory painted onto a canvas
A moon beam resting in the river mouth
A brush stroke testing the length of a shadow
Sprinkled stained on a nothing
From which to paint again
Chameleon skins of the sun
A black soot tattoo crying for its image
A red poppy blood counting the cells
A blue of the eyes grabbed within the sky
A yellow cornfield in a vessel ear hearing
Dedicated to none
A white flake flirting with a particle of dust
A dried brown clinging to the autumn boughs
A juice of green poured into mountain pines
Give ashes to ashes and violet to flowers
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