Civilization Of Colors

Today In the beginning There was a vagueness Everywhere. Then little by little A thin mist Veiled Started to form. And In as direct proportion A whitish color that To twilight turned And then to red Then Subsiding from a deeper red To a pale yellow turned With shadows of green. In the harbor of Civilization the masts Of the vessel began To dangle here and there Pendulum like and restless There was a quickening A quickening of the All I felt it All felt it Touched it with the hand It was first a horse Of clay that turned to Bronze Then three orphans hand In hand Weeping and walking. Ah! civilization then In this rare day Had its pyramid in Statues: Masterpieces whose Genesis Was vagueness first Then A little whitish mist. Yes.