Blue

the worm of a
scab

wrapped around
a tree

staring distance

*

the maze of wind
touches a gentle leaf
lays bare naked people

ebbs on a flow
edges towards end

non-marked cloud puss and fuels a river of eyesight to
dive into a stream of its hue

remember

*

dash flex inflate
dusk hardened shell

melting
humans fill the tube of weather

inside hollow
food of a shark

swells with untold stories
builds architecture

curvatures’ metallic rim
breathed from within it

a balloon exhale
inside a stadium

*

inside it
diamonds, rare precious gems of all color

the blimp floats on
and many blimps of the same type

all around it

*

where do clouds go
when do they die

new air
cycles through the

cycles through the
birth of a multitude of

populated sunlight
from here

we can see
shapes of memoires

each a mirror
each a personal reflection

of something
which already has come to pass

houses of which
we grew up in

or
things said yesterday

things which
do not carry weight

do not appear here

things of which
still carry

and dew

slowly the weight of
the sky

*

heavy ceiling
breathes upon us

breathes down
breathes down

breathes less than normal
than steady pulse

upon us

sinks further
upon us

down upon us
down upon us

sinks further
upon us

and the roof
the roof

inverts inward
inverted

the roof

involved inverts
inward

upon us

the roof

celling presses
closer closing into us

closing closer
upon us

the ceiling
presses

the ceiling
the roof

the house
has stopped breathing

it is not
breathing

the house
no longer breathing

collapsing upon
us

collapsing

*

and the
sky fills in
we
are drowned
by the over intoxicating
denim blue

washes us

diamonds to the sides of a river
made of river stone

we can’t recognize each other

*

sparkles or dots
of many sand

glint

exteriors of houses
not a house

or walls
pieces of memory

what someone said
when or how to find fingers

*

bodies without homes
names

the basics of interaction

all a scatter of coins
bottom of a fountain upon public spectrum

no one sees the
copper

each mundane knob
or door ajar

tarot-scrape
cabinet

pasta for dinner
dimensions

hopelessly adrift

*

recycled
absorbed into
a coin

and flipped

chance as operation
eye blinks

of

either side of a moment
slice of time on a two-d plane

horizon & axis

tilt or

navigational

a second more

or if
without patience

labeled
stuck in a knife drawer

still

awash amongst
intoxicated blue

*

rooms refuse to

realign

rumors:

we’ve been here for
weeks

slowly
pieces assemble

back
to normal

*

a tree

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