The dawn of the human heart
\nopens in its eyes.
\nManifesto of color.
\nI did not know my dog saw me
\nin black and white.
\nI saw such beauty in his eyes.
\nIce and fire.
\nSo does the universe dispose itself.
\nI would speak and he would bark,
\nThat his nose discovered rhapsodies
\nI can never find,
\nand I wonder
\nwas our hearing like each other’s?
\nDoes the wing embrace like arms?<\/p>\n
Do dolphins shout louder than I can hear?
\nOr the great strength of pythons
\nunderstand the feeling of the fog,
\nsensitive as air,
\nor time understand history
\nwritten with our words
\nand so said be timeless.<\/p>\n
Animate and inanimate
\nsharing common ground,
\nmuch as destiny and fate
\nlike brushes
\npick up oil,
\nand on canvas
\nopen windows into life
\nor into death,
\nor as sand,
\nwhich chooses one regard or another,
\nto walk upon its dunes,
\nor drift
\nwritten by the wind in them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The dawn of the human heart opens in its eyes. Manifesto of color. I did not know my dog saw me in black and white.…<\/p>\n