Friday, August 14, 1998

blue

if it were the absence of light
it would be the color of the sky last night
a tranquil sea unfathomably deep
bespeckled with exiled gods
slipping quietly behind
orange-sherbet-cotton-candy-cloud-giants
water heavy
wanting to break
fracturing
the last quarter
into nicotine slivers
creating the most exquisite
lace fingers
about the vapors edge

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