fiction 

ultraviolet zone i 

 

all the sounds between z & a(fter violet

 

where colors unnamed yet quiver

where alights the ambrose sheen of 

 

love::

lives that can never be realized

(the only kind whose imagined 

luster is never tarnished by

 

reality::

(long lines

in an Agnes Martin drawing

just waiting

 

each higher image 

a reflection of itself

until in ultimate clarity

the ideal form unfolds

in unity of movement

 

as time diverted from its

flow pools in silent silver

& in becoming nothing

never becomes imperfect