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The Scene Painters' Brainstorm
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Aubergine is the color of
dusk, falling out of night.
. . .
Titanium white, the hint of
stars that float around us
as we walk among
the squalid scene we call
the world.
. . .
Cobalt blue can be
our treasures,
buried, hidden
in the secret place we hurry to
when we are burned, and weary,
walking in our shoes.
. . .
Cadmium red could be
the poison, mixed with blood,
to stanch our wounds
(must be careful, or we lose
our leading lady, leading man).
. . .
But how to paint the door?
It must be clear, and black, and bright.
Ask the director.
She is focused on the vision of this play
we call our life.
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