variance, the jacquard rose,
against red another lesser red,
next to yellow another yellow.
each color holding its other
still, too still, as if
against the line of time itself.
groundless, as if colors only,
regardless of form, without
any abstraction, that
nexus into which this
damage was
pressed i break
all ways when the night has come
and the land is dark
and the moon is the only light we'll see
no i won't be afraid
no i won't shed a tear
just as long as you
stand
by
me