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“Let twilight purity/lure you/with/opal blue illusion”—Witness, Ellen Dionna

Here is my opal-blue illusion: seen

at once--cyan blue,

--another, threaded

with amber,

or translucent egg white,

like the eyes

of the half-asleep cat.

This opal

in my open palm

I only see

what I can see

from this distinct angle,

I can't know

or take it in

all at once.

I must

trust that all

the colors

are knowable

and do the work

to shift my weight,


to make slight


in my seeing,

and hold hope

that what I discover


dwells awe and delight.

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