Psalm 5

Exodus entwined in holds of
violet-stone-built keeps, imprisoned
radiance rivers in its
violet-fickle-weak partitions.

Madly sketched, gardenia-dappled
field of lilac, two-planed contour
lifts new whiteness into being.
Je n'aime pas, je ne peux pas aimer.

Neptune's net of seafoam cast
across violet surf, perhaps,
(light rests on water-tension)
Exhale, low tide, somewhat thickened

Bands of purity that lie
and grow to cover all
that is made visible in me.