I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark
and hung all the whites on the table.
Greens and deep dirt browns and grays.
The sensory titillations of the day
entered each limb’s phantom collapse and gait, tremor are you
See until you are gone and there is only what you are seeing.
Just trying that meant yesterday.
What to do today. Falls the shadow.
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