I                                                                                                                                   And
    splashed                                                                                                    I                 you
   some                                         I                                          Upon            read            could you
  colores         and smeared         charted       the jutting        the scales      the calls     have a played
 from             the drab world     on a dish     cheekbones     of tin              of lips        nocturne with just
a tumbler    with emotion     of jelly       of the ocean     salmon          yet mute    a drainpipe for a flute