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Matisse blue
is the bather dancing
the sky in the soul in the sea
is memory cut from air at thinnest
that blue is storm of bruise
sulphur wing of a mothrise
none of these things so
but I say
worried notes are
sevenths, flattened fifths
blue naked
light
whales’
breath
deep in the
dive
voluptuous
the bedside blue
beside which
nothing’s white
nor is it
ever for us to see
far blue of the dot that we’re on
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