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@@ -41,6 +41,37 @@ Guilty, conspirator.
 
 All from years later. The color thing comes and goes, like you.
 
+April 8, 2004
+
+```
+The undersides
+        off gray
+    of clouds
+    drift
+        while I
+            on the path
+        stand
+    above
+        where the crow flies
+    me.
+Off
+        with purple
+    gray, I
+        wandering
+    ponder, should
+        in a perfect
+            were there such a thing
+        world
+    be a
+        though the word is plain
+    color with it's own
+        to name
+            as they say
+        creates
+    word.
+It soothes.
+```
+
 Sometimes I'm overcome by the numinous. Sometimes it's colors, sometimes it's you, sometimes it's a silence swelling within my chest, stealing breath.
 
 > He would be riding on the subway or writing formulas on the blackboard or having a meal or (as now) sitting and talking to someone across a table, and it would envelop him like a soundless tsunami.