You are the touch of blue
and bit of rock
absent from my landscape
withered and warped
from rain
and tears
and the endless bottom
of sweaty tall boys
Missing this entire time
I drag the void for you
like a tongue 'cross the salt flats
wooden cheek'd
and solitary-eyed
at the vacuum's core
You bellow with a blind simper
unfit but insisting
that what is now
is what has been
and what will always be
Missing the entire time
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