Colour on the surface. I have lived colourful in the light
Splashed on to what looks like coloured me:
but not yet emptied;
It splashes on the body like a body in to water
with most fluid of me still to sun
Still to be made up in the loosening of the burgeon star
To radiate beyond the in between.
We wait until there is none of me left in that difference.
A beach State 