The blueness of
this sky...has
championed
the suddenness of
things.
Emboldened of color,
as thy will be done.
Godspeed in brilliant
lieu of...
though may come
evils as the bare
necessities of peace.

Afoot on this spring day,
noonday denies it snowed.
All the feel of a crystal shell
loosing rainbows where
thought ceased.
Gone so far inward, it comes
outward...as far away.
A bird's voice spreads across
the air, the way color spreads
across flowers.

Having drunk deep
of sweet mortality,
the senses struggle
to refine their taste.

If a day were a
heart that let out...
whose sentience
wore ashen clouds
in random puddles,
a dankness that
swore to deified
pangs.

A moment's consolation
is conveyed illogically,
its Intelligence has
communed with
unimaginable factors...
the cut and recut edge,
exclusively abreast.

The ecstasy of
buds lie in wait...
tracing to their
Source blindly.
When they reach
it... they will suddenly
see in color, be color.
Garner eyes of worship.