Words are midnight 
         ocean blue-
        black, but resonant 
     with butter-
       cup & honey gold
       while gliding,
          shiny & wet:
       through the endless
             digital liquid 
               of your mind,
                perceptible 
          only to those who read,
         across and through
                 and around ...
             in the spaces where
   paint and gelatin 
           silver can merge 
            with thoughts
    and words 
          and something else ...
           but they're there, vibrant 
            as a Shakespeare 
                  sonnet, 
              or the utterly brilliant 
			         verbal
		                 hush
                   of time's 
	             immaculate
              passage
         throughout
          infinite radiant
              spheres
                   spinning
                      in space.