Tag: color
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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the color of light
1. there are rainbows in the kitchen sink. I can’t explain them, except to say they appear there from time-to-time just above the slippery wet silver, arched + perfect. today I am self-regarding enough to wonder if the precocious prisms realize I’m here too: do they see or sense me as I see and sense them? their pulsing…
santos scribes 