(thoughts on a blue October night)
The Blue Absence
Nights are for cooling in
the Blue Absence
of light
for disrobing yourself of Self
to swim in the murky pool
of collective sleep
Perhaps we are all aimlessly
shifting specters
of the Eternal Things
Perpetually trading costumes and masks
until the curtain falls
on this endless act.
Until the stars scurry back into soup
And the night spills out
like mercury from a broken tube
into the vast and breath-breaking Blue