words trace the mind’s objects
bold outlines, with a soft bleed to neighboring neurons
(neutrons? neutrinos maybe…)

an ascetic aesthetic sort of thing
primary colors, or heather mute tones
hit or miss on evocation

I love
vivid harmony,
the major 9th especially

live the actual, and
forget the “real”


…and the reel we’ve danced more than once
– just think back –
life comes ’round now and then,
between fine courses of miracle

immaculate is timeless,
conceived in clear mind above it,
in it, with it, of it,
take it!

partake of words and
trace bold objects

Chagall 2018