It's hard to know what to say about color
It's a thing that is soft to express
It's a tangible part of my hand
It's a sharp idea
Color is basically a metaphor
from what I understand
though I've been taught
that grass is green
The likeness of one thing to another
is not as invigorating as the discovery
of differences
A gambler once said he was in love with
the moment
the
dice
were
in
the
air.
I relate that to the moment we put the puzzle together.
Or the split seconds we spend
in joyful eternity
comparing this to that
and back again.
