feelings of anxious joy
turn my attention to a radiant, peering sky;
i find an answer, a remembrance, there
to why i'm rooted to the ground.
my attention drifts above to the playfully framing clouds
when in buoyant despair
for the same reasons;
i find solace
in your juxtaposed colors
as i feel that jarring incandescence
in myself.
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52