Red speaks first, as always: “I am
Of, with, by, from, and in the sun.
I nurture the ewe and the ram.
I think therefore I am the one.”
“Be still!” scolds Yellow. “Silly fool!
My thought is the ultimate tool.
Who else can turn the wheat to gold
Or teach the telling to the told?”
Blue intervenes: “I am the sky,
The bluebird, the sea. My thoughts fly
Beyond the seeing of the eye.
None can unblue me with their ‘why?’”
Black and White, all colors and none,
Part them, one from one from one.
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