PinkThink

They timed their talks at dawn –

at that sweet fleeting zenith of its pinkness;

pink at that intensity, they were persuaded, lent them

an immensity of sentience which could sometimes brush epiphany! –

findings of the finest kind. This didn’t leave them too much time:

in moments dawn was gone: the pink so quickly blinked

away to gray and milky blue, they couldn’t always

recollect exactly what the spectacle of dawn-

imbued insight had led them to. But ah! –

they knew a new pink dawn would soon

ensue and surely bring them yet

a flicker closer to the true.

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