Some Part of Mind

Some part of mind persists
perennially in a twilight –
psychically equivalent
to the abeyance that obtains

between late afternoon
and early night – an opal hush
of indetermination – buffered
by the velvet crush of gently

holding back: soft tensile
strength sustaining calm –
a proto-Never Never Land
where all remains undone,

not quite imagined – wrapped
and held in almost-colors
which must haunt the nearly
blind: vague blushes, barely pink

and blue and gray and silver,
gold and brown – calibrated
hazily to spread diffusely
over possibility – to keep

the temper down. Some part
of mind exists before and just
beyond each bend, not quite
seed-bed, not quite end.

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