Friday, September 26, 2014

DAY 8

But then—
the very next 

day—the sun came again;
yellow 
by 
way 
of burnt orange
by
burst 
of bright born-
again magenta—

and it shone—warm;
the same 
simple perfect 

circle—from the other day.
Only,

now—
little things about the disc
irked him;

the ardor 
such a 
juxtaposition 

of shades seemed to inspire,
and the over-
simplicity 
of the shape—and so on.

And then too—the prodigious  
height 

and weight 
of the very 
thought of

day-after-day 

truly began 
to dawn 
in his mind,

and he suddenly kind-
of wished 

he'd drawn—
the whole dumb thing a little differently.

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