Water from you
will quickly fill
my deserted soul,
which withers, until
it meets with my eyes
and, reaching their rim,
gives ocular proof
of a tropic within.
”Patrick Lee Miller
Optics
Black is no color
and all of them.
White is all colors
and none of them.
So it’s simply
a matter of reflection
and absorption, prism
and paper, prison
and sentence.
”Gilbert Allen
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