blue edge pull into center.
orange purifies sky as spaciousness devolves.
i move toward the middle and,
aahhh,, what I never saw before!
i move into the lower corners and I pray
excusing what might have been there before the emptiness became the filled -
a masterly portent.
measuring dear proximity of blackless space with lessons of mystical ruin.
transpired treaded forgone beauty.
where is the browned earth,
the rich portal release when the corner doors are closed.
the entry into night unfolds as the new dawn's brightness blinds.
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Robin Ross, a painter