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Created for Surrealtor's Contest. |
| Ignition narratives from my childhood, Rouse a new life searching for azure grief; In the 6th grade infinity is brief And my sister’s airborne vision returns. Melancholy love loses its way in The fairy-tale of my life on Maple Boulevard in Manhattan where (I wish) Indigo growing pains take second place. Out of the cobalt joy reverberates With the 219 best ways to Come full circle and independence day Is still in a museum of modern art. In the cerulean midnight embers panic, Shake and bake suburbia just because The sapphire Rye and 9 to 5 men maim The dancing catcher and plant summer bulbs. I take Cinderella’s untaken road 6 years later when the navy regrets Of the 15 month Cicadas arrive Multiplying a blue woman’s mirrors. |