Thinking back over life, recapturing events and memories
of youth, all of it seen in bluened visions of intellect.
Realizing that intellect has an aura all it's own, noticing
that I talk of it now and then, it's always in the context
of being bluened.
Truthfully, that is how I think in this beautiful sea of
bluened thought always being focused within my brain.
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