the Comet of Id. . . .
blue irridescence from indigo purple
it shines into magenta. . .
deep in my psyche
suddenly sapphire or ultramarine. . .
it glows in its pleasure of being released
into shimmering violet blue. . .
beautiful colors are throbbing
in my being but not in my seeing. . .
cobalt to cerulean intangibly calling
pulling me forward. . .
i sink to oblivion becoming bluelight
when forgetting myself. . .
lines composed on February 20,1992
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