Friday, March 25, 2011


Returning from a bygone
era, I think a modern
thought and watch it
blossom. One of

Coleridge's famous idea
orchids gets lodged in
my ear and has to be
siphoned out.

A color which had
thought itself primary
ceases to be a
color at all. Time

gets relegated to an
inaccessible corner of history.

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