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.