10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
I know it's nearing — a hint of hue above trees seem no purpose but stand guard before roof tops’ sheen keep out horizon's warning. longer I look, anticipating as black blued as blue ceded to selected swashes of a spectrum penetrating vision. eyes dry, couldn't imagine colors prettier — yet to realize, if I don't watch I lose them where I position in the brevity of a season rushed back into darkness, faster and faster, as days bleed out, remind time is elapsing. return and escape is still leaving like it's left me, like I left it, with eyes that won't chase a horizon anymore. too many seasons, seems unending. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll still feel the same then. It's blue here, all blue. It's always been blue. I see it more now than I should. These tiny astral glimpses in dangerous morning reverie remind I can turn to look in the evening, but doesn’t represent colors as hopefully projected. Science serves no reason to explain these seasonal moods, when death remains imminent. 11.16.20 6.16.22 Edited, added with darker summation, not what I truly wanted. |