on a blank wall. The spill reaches
white stone columns painting
decorations of green, yellow, red.
The colors dance among themselves
The ray recedes, fades; the wall
once again embraces blankness,
the colors trickling away,
absorbed on the dark floor.
A pane of glass refracts the sun
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