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67 5 (Darkly) Some of them are more of light than they are a color the flower’s ultraviolet that in a certain cloudy sunlight blurs the limiting borders out of sight and glows; or ice with the sky running around inside its facets switching the flashlight blue to milky green almost phosphorescent, a glow-in-the-dark moment for in daylight. Glass is always light in that it’s not there as a color transparency is thin air until you smack into it clearly a lie: everything you saw on some other side. Some of the colors tar baby the light into not getting away from as color, like the hole that swallows everything and never shines and were never color anyhow to some only something black. Like back when Ellington’s music was only nigger noise or, if even music, only popular not art so clearly on the other side. Whatever side of light this is of seeing, this is that “darkly” raised to seeing through in American glass without distortion of any kind of wisdom or having seen. How far off that surface does it have to bounce before blue dissolves back from color into light? ...

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