Maybe what color
attempts and desires
having deluded the world
into luster and image
light and weight
is finally to side with one
or go over into the other
as whatever it enjoys without
expressing its own purpose
desolates both somehow
reminiscent of the Majorelle blue
you see in Morocco and the dark
purple streaks on a white ground
in the sky that night chocolatey
as the new stars came round.
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