One More Colour

"is it lasting?" and in asking the sphere becomes a line a dotted line and to follow it you must make a jump each time a dotted page a dotted hillside a blast of dots a blind reader a flock of sheep a blast of trumpet shots here - all we have here is sky all the sky is is blue all that blue is is one more colour now a basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs the autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can and all he says is it suits me fine that's the way
I am here - all we have here ...
I've seen this
THING you won't believe why it's big - bigger than the biggest trees high as the mountains wide as the widest skies (and that's both sides) well - at least as big as me speak a little softer work a little louder shoot less with more care sing a little sweeter and love a little longer and soon you will be there here - all we have here is sky all the sky is is blue all that blue is is one more colour now these are some reasons and same as the seasons they hold and then they fly the goatless ledge 'neath the honkless geese in the speckless sky the speckless sky
I hear you
I hear you
I hear you