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Canticle of Blue

Besides the scatter-light of empty sky, Tiepolo or Martin, domed illusion;

Besides the ocean’s scribbled-on slate, weather’s surface tricks and gambits;

Besides the beyond, the yonder, the shangri-la earth as seen from the moon;

Besides the wing, the crystal, the petal, the scale;

Beneath the robe of the holy, the veil, the nothing figured as shadow.