The pure purpose of color spans out like a kaleidoscope rotating in prismed phrases that only an ocular linguist could decode, stained glass spilling into a slow-motion film with a spattered plot of golds and greens and hues of red and blue, sunset turned to lush meadows spangled into stardust scattered into sky again. Dream sequences intoxicate the eye as questions dissolve in mesmerizing spectrums that unwind clockwise outside of time. Look, I tell you, look. All you need is wonder, ceasing language long enough to drink in infinite geometric permutations heartbeat dropping steady into trance-like cadences inscape rolling gently like the breath of a quiet infant wide-eyed in your arms. Faith Nostbakken ©27/07/2017