Close your eyes.   There’s a silver net in front of a black world.            Purple
flowers grow in the black     .   A horizontal bar of light crosses the black      .
Silver stalks grow out of the black earth.  Light.  Just light.  A flower of light in
the very middle of the black     .

Thin silver waterfalls spill       over a black cliff.     Light bleeds out of the lower
left     .    The sun shines through an orange mist in the upper right.
                             Silver leaves rise     in a slow fountain. Many silver planets
twinkle.  Purple flowers  rise    out of sight.   A silver tree soars down, then up.
Black bats scatter the silver.
                             Green lily pads with pale yellow flowers cover the surface.
Something blinding    enters   from the upper right.   A silver horizontal bar
rises, pulsating.   Something blinding from the upper right.
               The sun, at the other end of a valley, shines in my eyes.

An orange mountain grows in the middle of this red world.   The mast of a
sailboat rises against the orange sunset.   Yellow invades the orange from the
upper left—and is repelled.   A whiter light shines from the top of the world.
Bright yellow wings.   (There is a storm in the world, wind blowing the grasses,
grasses we’ll never see, because we could become sick in them                     .)

This silver, this muddy silver.  Red muddies silver.  The red wears away
        into orange.
The sun is beyond   .  It’s dangerous to look at the sun with your eyes closed.
Pure   orange,   beyond  description.    A  black  pyramid.     A  purple  pyramid
dissolves in the orange.   It turns into a hat.   A fat yellow arrow points to the
upper right, rises out of sight.  Clouds of orange.

Pale yellow, the yellow of chickens, with blood vessels showing right below
the skin.
And now a lime-green flower blooms, it turns yellow                                     .
                   And now the purple triangle turns into a church, becomes misty,
fuzzy, like Monet’s Rouen, enlarging

A purple dog looks down on me, disappears

Two specks, not obviously a pair, float in the orange water, the sea of fire
                                    .   The orange rose is a fireball.   The orange fireball is a
rose

The world is gold   afternoon sunlight on the ocean.
                                                                      Flakes of light fall like snow.   It’s
snowing flakes of light.   The flakes                  slow   .
The lightfall lightens.

The world is white.    The world is maroon, with a single black speck in the
middle. The world is white. The world is maroon, with a pair of black specks
falling.   The world is white.   The world is maroon, with black specks falling.
The world is white. The world is maroon. There must be something beyond
this               .

The world is black, pulsating.

The world becomes so very calm at these moments. A mysterious breeze
        .  The world is bright red.  Are those shadows, faint black shadows?  The
world is brown.  Yellow invades  from the upper right.

The world is white.    The world is maroon.    Two black specks fall, loop to the
left.  Three black specks, a triangle, fall out of sight.

The world is silver mist                                       .    The world is black.    A yellow
mist invades from the top left.

A black box appears in the gray mist and expands.

Three yellow candles.    A black shape fails to emerge               and slips off to the
right.    Half    a yellow arch.