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For Peter Brooke

Showing the light
to those
who will not see
and speaking only
to those
who will not hear
leaves a bitter
taste in the mouth
at the close
of the day

but when all the colours
unite in the rainbow
and turn into light
that is when
we find the grey
which Gleizes could turn
into the sky

the last end
of the spirit -
that what is high
should descend
to what is low
and the two
become friends
having the same pain
having the same hope
and giving
rise to the quiet
interaction of the planes
born from the earth
and freeing us
as we join in the game,
a direction, 
a precise
to the colour
of our blood

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