What a new look have you assumed,`Sailor'!
What an array of colours have you got!
You just recall Blake's burning bright tiger!
Or,Dante's Inferno as it is wrought!
When did you work it out,Dear,when did you?
As if with care,out of stone, you did hew!
The entire set-up is just made anew!
Would venture such,I bet,a few, too few!
But it's now time I vent my heart frank-free,-
Alack!black lacks any colour,you see!
It's the negation of colour,my Dear,
And`negation'is tantamount to fear,
Because it empties the affirmation,
And that which makes life not a damnation.
