Blue’s beaming up,
watery edge reaching,
geyser stretching,
plasma possessing.
A refill at the pump of armageddon.
A revolution of verse falls from heaven.
A rebel for mystery amidst repeating history.
A cult of one joins the hands of the waters above and below,
aetheric streams connect to the pulse of the grand picture show.
Confusion creeps in, talking heads grasp for the win, but
the “blews” tell a different story, the alchemist gets the glory,
and the blue-bell tolls… and the song carries on.
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Written by a hunch, over lunch, on a bluesday, of course.
Shades of Blue
Name your blue.
~ Angela