Being itself, the margin margining, is blue,
the deepest structure of all spectral fact,
nor blue eyes or sky or sadness of the sea,
of barren hills, of empty streets,
of those who live in rooms that echo
shadowed memory of movement
and laughter in young gatherings,
bur blue prescinding every color,
every brearh, and every resurrection—
the blue of creativity of quantum elevation,
the blue that is a poet’s contemplation of
the margin of the one reality that is the Self.

¶ 1:37 PM