I'm part of the wall.
I am over the edge.
The shadow fails
to consume me.
I embody it.
The truth is a hard color.
My center is a free-
standing curve.
The boundary fails
to exist.
I surround it.
Joy is a hole in my eye.
Joy is abstraction by chance.
Joy is blue glass.
Joy is detail.
Joy is change.
Joy is change.
Joy is change.
Joy is change.
Melissa Ray, 1996