I Think Blue Is A Nice Colour, And Turquoise. Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

I think when im am blue, and free, i feel, and even though my life is an abstract of machines doors, people i slip through the blue hole, aspire the rare perfume of the universe and converse with the gods, and i get a little fluttery feelling, his brightly prepared adornments give happy images that distract my withering rose. i fly closer to god, i see earth, and the rough edges, and i fly farr away to a new eden. I plot my route through the starrs, concrete defects, i fly through the prism of diamond because i want to be perfect for my lover the sun. My body is absorbed, i am the one, the things destroy the things. The ruins produce rubies as fast as me flying through the diamond mine.I get on a cloud and move. as i move a new happiness enters me, i make an honest notion, the universe offers me room, there is a constant battle between left and right, my prize is a glass of milk, or another round of that, or Asia and all its temptations. Wake me up, for your feast, love, enjoy the wave, the tender way of non doubt, but faith and adoration, and greater vision and closeness to the popular sea of life my full lips saying love, naked message, revell you innocent. you the blessed, this century is full of holes, be a dove, save yourself for my lips. A vision eternal., an oasis. my smile a paradise, consume the match, time keeps going past, sitting on the throne.