Blue

Monday, June 12, 2017



branches like arteries 
violent in the night, volatile
 and the small white petals drawing you
closer,

waking up what's asleep inside 


marguerite duras: 
the light fell from the sky 
in cataracts of pure transparency, 
in torrents of silence
and immobility. 


the air was blue, you could hold it in your hand.
blue. 
















every night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted. 












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