Colored Dreams

Where innocent magenta interlopes
decidedly and prongs soft silverblue
as mellow lemon strains to teach its ropes
to ocher cumbered with a jasmin clue,
deasil which way along and withershins
about, impossibly, a ruby vine
into terrestrial indigo recline
_N_ twirls of hazel through a school of greens;
and jetblack fins that grasp the lilac heart
and emerald darker brain, invigorate
and breathe the sharper terrorism of gold,
while something in the sky of abstract art
rains my reflection down the present slate
where future in the past declines to hold.

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