Blue Glows Inward
You are alone and placed

between blue and blue

between green and green

within not a blue nor green nor

where Picasso’s Blue Period

hangs over my shoulder

                        The opposite of

G. Graubner’s very pure red

not where it shimmers nor a blot

nor in a face after washing or dirty monochrome

nor in the clear expression of undulating clouds

Betraying the beliefs and misunderstandings

of those people who believe you are

beyond naming because you glint between the many names

scattered across the world by paint manufacturers

                        where even

the cobalt blue of the Mediterranean waves barely

brushes past you and the depressed protagonist of

Betty Blue in a place with nothing to do with you

smiles and jostles and despairs giving up

The color remaining when all colors bleed out

I might’ve seen you in a book that doesn’t

exist in order to name you

                        When a master who doesn’t possess

mentions a slave he does not possess

I might have glimpsed it your name

Your color and your clear nothingness

can’t be found rummaging through any address book

I might’ve seen you in some city the back of Betty

some other weather of the Mediterranean existing in

another woman Picasso left and the canvas

you exist

                        in the middle you have no name



 A painting by Julius Hebing ↩