The painting continues:
This, a primary field –
one straight out of the Huge First Nothing.
Red –
What next?
yellow? blue?
Answer the same as before
because it was right there
beneath my hand –
closest and therefore, in this instant,
the dearest too.
This is reason good enough?
Ambiguous Yellow –
makes it all jar slightly?
Good.
I do not want to be in love again –
at least for a while.
That word: good –
it really means what?
Transfer, translate this world –
onto this screen
objectify it,
get some distance on it
to help clarify as –
I am bound up with it.
This painting takes me away from easier pleasures
