Thus not a star will remain in the night
clothed in the veil of a thin, low cloud,
and expressing the sum of the universe
in the rich violet of a ripened plum.
Thus the navy dye will wash over us
in movements and will obscure the vault
of heaven with it opaque layers, a work
gestural in its secretive impressions.
For now a white moon is peeking through
the thin sleeves of atmosphere, revealing
the nothingness of light beyond limits.
Those suggestions of color have testified
to the creative power of a resplendent gaze
that realizes images in brush strokes.
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