I see you
(empty to please,
the violet speckled iris
going brown
going blue
going green
enveloping your flush
in the new, eagering
your cocoon to accept
the possibility of yellow
(where begun
of trust where none.
But what dance
(of word
is this where empty, eager
are inter-
changeable, where
smite of color stands
(for description
and decision
(replacing despair
with a rich orange
(giving fear
over to a sly ochre
(replacing sloth
with a ropey lime;
more, what music is being
(encircled with this (avoi)dance:
in plainer speak, why here
what now,
(to what end:
plainer still:
what do I want?
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