Blue Thing

Here you go, eat some life. It’s a blue thing. Yeah, blue is the answer
questions sometimes flow laughing why when I become what was.
Grounded can’t fly
but flight grounds itself.
Jealous of each, we eat what the other has.
Hungry, we starve.
Starving, we feast.
Full, we hunger.
Drink a drop or two of death here.
tick tock waiting for the dirt to fall off. But the dark never does fall.
Questions don’t answer
as Answers don’t question instead, a whole story is told when both are
present. Here, and otherwise.

published: Dischord Aggregate, 1997


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