Color is language before it became words
Or music or a listener. It is as close as the light
Can come before it turns into the sound
Of a person, all these moods a person can be.
Siblings who live in one household, quarreling
And loving, each with its own peculiar power
To stand alone or to give itself away.
If we can speak of them objectively at all,
As if they were not our ancestors and
Ultimate destination, it is only because
They speak through us their own language
Before it was vowel or tongue or taste
When life was just starting up again
With only these colors to work from
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