In the relevant theory of a blue truth
the magenta woman said I still matter love may still come for me
I'm still human I breathe I speak I'm still
capable of memory and I'm free I have a people but
in the green description of a red theory dawn was unremitting
and the red planet was composed of oblivion
and subjects formed by their unique disposal of oblivion
and the weather of that season dustbowl 'sand-blown-in-the-eyes'
a red depression always moving in
though feeling to the green theorist that morning
like glide like hope like tender progress

If their name was kwa-kuazan in the green edict
it meant 'the unusable people' in their tongue
and they survived in their remote forest home
textile innate and hued with neon details the beautiful ultramarine notation
leaves entirely untouched while inserted with spring rain
two ultramarine lovers meet and speak of Dresden
as around them the city swells and shakes
teetering on a faultline, red mouth, a chance of eyelids

In the e-mail message of that late blue February day
the turquoise logician noted that 'if each truth is conditional
upon itself then the assertion of each truth is world-effective'
as members of a special crimson squad commence
cutting the throats of women and children using shovels beyond
the remit of the IV Blue Council in a cream-depicted room
in Algeria yellow whores are sumptuously drawn
in the cool bourgeois light of a neutral white science
while the red invigilator speaks of 'I' and 'hands' and 'sun'
under the placid white clouds gradually being assigned to other shadows

Falling from the steam train first mention of Ocean 1
the stone valise poured out the papers of the Stone Poet 1
while in the violet account of sameness and difference
the valency of violet beauty was so violet negation was so
love 'the one without the one' was accorded a certain violet status
the defined evening weather was entirely violet
and the ants were violet and the law was violet
and the violet dawn 'red' 'dragon' 'banner' was called
in the violet dialogue 'the gift' 'the possibility of water' and yet
the whole violet canon was jeopardized in later days
by a casual green reading and the violet world
sugarised on lethargy colonised by stray lilac culture
shrank to the elitist green theses on dialects and lacquers
bounded by a dream and the grey-green termini
you must for one moment call 'the ocean' 'the gaze'

Grey Aztec eternities 'the surviving, the Darwin'
and the whole orange shogunate 'the orchid' 'the bronze beetle'
in the blue theory of absolute contingency
depended on the succulent hegemony of the peach
'the fruit of the first metaphor, the tactile, the immediate'
while in the black science of a destroyed poem
'stone crucible containing petals, heated'
blue secret police prepared for their evening session
arranging the iceblock the harness and the enamel pale
as the sole survivor of the stone accident god
approached the red station near the enemy border
in the scarlet narrative of jade conditions
love was being tested to a good destruction, 'orders' 'the homeland'
while the sidelining genius of the azure era
announced the middle way and the conquest of emptiness
as in his shrinking cell 'the end of your hope, the end of your line'
the red investigated man was saying
I'm still human I still matter

I belong

Copyright © Michael Ayres, 2003.

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