you sense my hesitation.
    good.

This is the color of DREAM

we are children, unseeing
    we open our eye
    unlocking the verse and meter
    of the universe.

This is the color of FORGET

it is here
    look closer.
    this is the color

This is the color of SAD

baby girl, club-footed …

I hum and beep at my master, but he does not listen. He pounds on my keys furiously, typing out insubstantial things, embedding himself in the abstract.

I creak and moan. I shout to him, “Go outside! Go play! It’s too nice to sit here all day!”

He doesn’t hear, just continues …

fresh smoke
    squirms through
    our sacred window,
    pierces yesterday's angel

those words, salt
    your voice, awake
    my flesh, dried
    a raw monopoly of god