I want absolutely every
color of the rainbow–

right now,
and gotten all at once,
and also,
each savored plain, all by itself:
red, blue, green, purple,
orange, yellow.

Yet, what this asks of me to do
despite snows, winds,
stones, floods, and fires,

is to open up my frightened heart
to the sum of hues that I desire
and then simply to let it in
where every fiber of my soul
can swallow.

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