- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Scribbled white flower, stellate or trumpet brushed chair back, tie and bind the bellflower...
Black leathered nymphet, blindfolded and blurred between violet and green, what hint? what tint was the last to be seen?
Was blue blue before there was a word? Was blue? Blue was blue before and after it was noticed. Was blue rayleigh scattering, cried the lamenter? drips of heartshaped silphium seeds was scepter. Was-scepter, commands the latecomer!
To us! To us! The rest pinked, purpled, and yellowed asemic. The graffitied wall screamed hues of lapis lazuli; sky, sea, and eyes blurred of teal, blurred of ultramarine.
But for bare feet... they stand surrounded behind the pollocked chair, softly in front of that wall, that wall layered from all eight blue periods. layered in this ninth moment, Gainsborough still battles for his blue boy, cut into color; jade and turquoise. blue nudes of Matisse cut and beg for release, beg to spill and scatter azure, Persian, or Klein. whip and splash, beg and roll, beg to bend over white eyes drip, seizure the sparkling wit of cobalt mood. The latecomer begs to sit!