When only blue
colors what I'm feeling,
The deeper tones
take me down believing,
No other ones
fill perfectly,
Like the blues
flowing through me....
Long I wade
in short I think,
Blue seems just,
as black as ink.
Now that notion
turns me around,
Shadow's mocking
upon the ground.
See the sliver
push up from in,
Watching as blue
bleeds black again.
4-23-08
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