Saturday, November 19
blue blood
her low, musical ramblings
throb like a pulse beneath
the unfocused helter-skelter
of a time less cyclical than
one-dimensional; a
straight line
that doesn't know
the gentle curves of
rest.
she calls
to those who still know
her haunting, persuasive voice,
and wraps us lovingly
with her warm blueness
that fills our lungs.
she plays out
her overture.
yours truly
11:11 PM
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